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Raney
by Janna Leonard (sensuscribe3@yahoo.com)

***

A young man meets a young woman in less than auspicious 
circumstances, but romance blossoms. Slowly but surely 
their relationship grows past mere affection. This is 
the beginning of a multi-part story. (MF, ff, mf, 
youths, bi, oral, rom)

***

Author's note: My heartfelt thanks to my editor Keith 
S., a mentor with the patience of a saint and a valued 
friend. He has put the fun back in writing.
                    
***

I don't think there's a woman in the world who likes 
her body. Everything is either too big or too small. I 
was no exception, especially at 16. Small breasts and 
no hips, a little boy's butt and big feet, not to 
mention a lot of elbows and knees. Plus, some long-
forgotten ancestor had given me hairy nipples. (Don't 
laugh, it isn't funny!) The hairs, some 6 or 8 on each 
nipple, grew from the edge of the aureole, seemingly 
overnight to an inch or more long. I tried pulling them 
out which hurt like hell, and ended up clipping them 
with scissors (carefully!) while I bathed.

Concerned as I was about the way my body looked, I was 
happy with the way it felt. My small nipples were 
extremely sensitive, the bras I wore more for 
concealment than support. All I had to do was think of 
something to do with sex and the nipples got hard. The 
lips of my muffin stayed together unless I was playing 
with it, (a nightly occurrence as I got older) and the 
fleshy little knob at the top gave me delicious shivers 
if I rubbed it long enough. 

A typical hormone-laden teenager, I was anxious and 
insecure about sex like everyone else I knew. It was a 
hot topic, the endless discussion of what it would be 
like fueling the midnight hours of pajama parties and 
camping trips.

My best friend in those days was Rhonda, a big-breasted 
girl who took many of the same classes I did and lived 
nearby. We did the Brownie and Girl Scout thing 
together, along with 2 weeks at camp every year. We 
were juniors when she made a pass at me one night after 
the lights were out, a whispered "feel how wet I am" in 
my ear. 

I did, amazed at the amount of gooey stuff between her 
legs. Is there anyone out there who doesn't remember 
those first fumblings in the dark, the feel of a breast 
not your own in your hand, especially a bigger one? Or 
the first hesitant lick of your tongue between those 
soft folds of flesh, the downy hair on her mons 
tickling your nose? And the taste! If you were lucky 
enough to have her cum in your mouth, you could taste 
the musky-sweet tang for hours. I loved the way she 
made my body feel, the tingles and tremors that began 
in my belly and spread from head to toe.

She introduced me to all manner of delightful physical 
sensations, and the danger of emotional involvement. 
After our first sexual encounter, we began hanging out 
with some other girls, playing softball together or 
wandering through the mall.

Rhonda was my first and I was heartbroken when she 
started dating someone else. I was afraid I had done 
something wrong, but over time I came to understand 
that Rhonda needed the conquests, the excitement of the 
hunt and the trophy that followed. It was just 
something she couldn't control.

Meanwhile, I used the logic that turnabout was fair 
play and made some conquests of my own. Finding a 
partner who wasn't repelled by the idea was easy. We 
were all eager to experiment and afraid of pregnancy.

My senior year I met Cameron, a nerdy guy with mild 
acne and a pocket protector.  He treated me very nicely 
and was always a gentleman on our dates, usually a 
movie or roller skating. The one thing he could do 
exceptionally well was kiss. Soft and warm, his lips 
explored mine like Tenzing Norgay on Everest, dampening 
my panties and leaving me breathless. 

We groped each other in the dark at the movie theater, 
then went a little further each time we said good 
night. My damp underwear and achy nipples led me to 
allow him go all the way one night at a friend's party. 
I was surprised at how little blood there was and the 
stinging didn't last very long. It was fun and 
different, but he didn't make my tummy flutter like the 
girls did.

I wasn't too disappointed when Cameron's father lost 
his job and he moved away. I'd acquired some 
satisfaction and some sexual skills I thought might 
come in handy later.


***


I graduated and acquired a car, then a part-time job at 
a temp agency. The first few months were spent honing 
the skills I'd learned in high school, working a couple 
of days or a week at one office or another. Then 
fortune smiled on me and I got a job at a law firm as a 
receptionist, answering phones and directing clients to 
the proper office, typing letters in my spare time. 

Mr. Bremmer was the senior partner and a charming older 
man with silver hair, the operative word there being 
older. A month after starting the job, I hadn't seen 
anyone under the age of 50 and I was beginning to 
despair of meeting someone my own age.

I began having lunch away from the building, roaming to 
small out of the way places for a sandwich and coffee. 
I got to try my high school Spanish on a couple of bus 
boys who giggled at my attempts and smiled at me, but 
there was no one else my age anywhere in sight. Winter 
arrived, the blustery winds and chill temperatures 
limiting my forays outside and forcing me to eat my 
lunch at my desk.

Being bored and lonely has its high points. I started 
reading some of the books at my desk between calls, 
figuring that being a para-legal couldn't be all that 
hard. I was right. Once I understood the terminology, 
the cryptic documents with all the "whereases" and 
"heretofores" began to make sense, enough to increase 
my typing speed and get me my first raise. Considering 
college for the first time in my life, I put my search 
for a date on the back burner and kept reading 
everything I could lay my hands on.

The morning I met Michael I was running late (as 
usual), and instead of walking to the front of the 
building like I should have, I ducked down the parking 
ramp toward the lower level. I was hoping to get out of 
the cold quickly and enter the building that way. I had 
walked perhaps ten feet when the blare of a horn and a 
screech of tires made me jump out of the way and hug 
the wall, probably saving my life. A large white van 
had pulled off the street and started down the ramp, 
the driver not seeing me until too late. I stood 
clutching my purse, breathless as he inched past with a 
terrified look on his face.

"Asshole! Why don't you watch where you're going!" I 
screamed as his taillights receded into the gloom. As I 
got to my desk and hung my coat, I breathed a sigh of 
relief and started the coffee. 

I heard the door open and a husky voice say, "Package 
for Mr. Bremmer, sign here please."

Turning, I recognized the maniac from the parking 
garage and yelled, "You!..What do you want?"

Dressed in a safari jacket and baggy pants, he was 
young, shaggy headed and had enormous brown eyes, 
staring at me as if he'd had a vision. I stared back, 
speechless, his eyes boring into me, the pit of my 
stomach giving a lurch. I felt my underwear getting 
damp as he continued to look me up and down slowly, 
appraising me.

"Pa...package for Mr. Bre... Bremmer," he stuttered 
after a minute.

"Run down anybody on your way here?" I asked sweetly, 
the sarcasm heavy in my voice.

"I didn't see you, I'm sorry. I didn't expect anyone to 
be walking down the parking ramp," he said, regaining 
some of his composure.

I took the package and signed his slip, getting our 
copy.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Why, so you can put it on my headstone?" I growled.

"I'd like to make it up to you, I said I was sorry," he 
said, hanging his head.

Relenting a bit (he was after all the first person near 
my age I'd seen in a while), I said, "Penny Whitman, 
and yours?"

"Oh, I'm Raney," he declared, tapping his nametag.

Sure enough, there it was in little black letters, 
Michael Raney.

"Thank you Mr. Raney. I'll see that Mr. Bremmer gets 
his package right away," I told him.

He smiled and left, grinning at me through the glass 
doors and almost walking into the wall on the other 
side. Giggling softly to myself, I shook my head and 
went back to work.


***


A few days later, I saw Michael again.

About 10, I watched him exit the elevator and come to 
our door, straightening his jacket before he walked in.

"Package for a Miss Penny Whitman," he announced.

I didn't see anything,  but I smiled and said "That'll 
be me."

Pulling his arm from behind his back, he presented me 
with a small bouquet of flowers in a vase, complete 
with baby's breath and a card.

"Be sure to read the card," he grinned, backing toward 
the door groping for the handle. Among the half-dozen 
roses and assorted other blooms nestled a card, 
handwritten in black ink. It said, "Please have lunch 
with me!" and had a hand drawn heart with an arrow 
through it.

With that much effort put into a simple bouquet, how 
could I say no?

"We're not going in your van, are we?" I asked, with 
the best suspicious look I could muster.

"Oh no, we can walk if you like," he replied.

"Be here at noon then," I smiled, the relief showing 
instantly on his face.


***


Lunch was at a Deli around the corner, too many people 
crowded into too small a space, but I learned he worked 
for a delivery service and lived in the suburbs out 
west. He had big gentle hands, an easy smile and a 
charming manner as we ate our pastrami on rye and 
talked over the noise of the crowd.

Escorting me back to my office he said "Thanks for 
lunch. Can we do it again?"

"Maybe. I'll let you know," I replied. I enjoyed his 
company, the touch of his hands on my shoulder or waist 
as we walked, and that afternoon in the restroom I 
noticed my underwear was still wet. 


It was about an hour's ride home and I thought of him 
the whole way. The smile of course, his long curly 
hair, the  eyelashes, the handsome face, but what I 
really liked were his hands. He touched me like I was 
something precious and very fragile. Physically I 
thought myself pretty tough, but emotionally I wasn't 
so sure. Maybe he was getting to me after all.

Arriving home I let myself in and stripped for a 
shower,  an earthy scent coming from between my legs. 
Under the spray I let my fingers wander and played with 
my muffin, generating some pleasant tingles. Later in 
bed, I drove myself to a nice slow orgasm, fantasizing 
about Raney's hands on me.


***


For the next few months we had lunch at the Deli a 
couple of times a week and the occasional dinner and a 
movie, always on a Friday night. He dared to kiss me on 
our third date and it was like Cameron; warm, soft and 
tender. His hands didn't stray to my blouse, not that I 
would've minded. Afterwards we would go for coffee and 
then I would drive home, a tingle between my legs and 
my nipples aching.

I became a hot topic for the rumor mill. Several of the 
girls I worked with pestered me daily by coming to my 
desk and asking "What's he like? Does he kiss good?" 
and so on. The phrase "We're just friends" was repeated 
so often it became automatic, causing me to wonder what 
was going on between us. Were we just friends, or did 
he have something else on his mind? 

I had decided I wanted him, in the Biblical sense and 
every other, but I didn't know if he felt the same way. 
My baby-making machinery was on hold and I wanted to 
recapture the feelings I'd had with Cameron. I couldn't 
sit with him in a movie theater without hard nipples 
and damp panties, the chemical attraction I felt for 
him working overtime. I put an ad in the paper for a 
cheap apartment, knowing privacy was the key.

One day at lunch he fidgeted and cleared his throat a 
couple of times, obviously wanting to say something.

"Out with it, Raney," I said, smiling at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You want to say something, but you're making me 
nervous. Whatever it is, just say it, ok?"

Blushing, he lowered his voice and asked "I hear you're 
looking for an apartment."

Grinning, I replied "Yes, I'd like to move away from 
home and have a little privacy."

Shifting in his seat, he blushed again and said "Would 
you like to live with me? As a roommate, I mean?"

"What's it gonna cost me and what else do I have to do 
besides be a roommate?" I smiled.

"About $300 a month and nothing else, your own laundry 
and stuff is all," he said.

"I suppose this is one of those studios where I'd have 
to sleep on the couch?" I asked.

"No, it's a house. Three bedrooms, a den, I even have a 
pool," he said.

"Come on Raney, $300 a month doesn't cover the 
utilities in some of the places I've looked at!" I 
exclaimed. "How come so cheap?"

"It's my folks' place. They live in Florida. I get to 
keep it for the taxes and the upkeep," he smiled.

"Where is it?" I asked.

"Tinley Park, about three miles from you," he grinned.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked.

"I followed you home. I do most Fridays, to be sure you 
get there ok," he said.

"I'll be damned. You are a sneaky devil, Michael!" I 
exclaimed.

He took me back to work and I started working on a  
reason for moving in with a man. I figured my father 
would have a shit fit if there wasn't a marriage 
ceremony, but I hoped Mom could handle that part of it 
for me. I followed him home that night to look at the 
place, turning off Century Boulevard a couple of miles 
sooner than normal. A beautiful tree-lined street with 
nice homes lining both sides comprised the 
neighborhood, and we pulled into a driveway bordered by 
tall hedges. He parked in front of the garage and I 
followed him inside.

Inside the place was huge. The den had a fireplace and 
the kitchen was spotless, with bright copper pots and 
pans stored in a rack near the stove. The bedrooms were 
big and on the second floor, the one intended for me 
with its own half-bath and shower. The furniture was 
old and comfortable, the rugs underfoot deeply plush. 
The patio door opened onto a small deck, and I saw the 
covered pool was surrounded by a high wooden fence.

"As soon as it gets warm we'll pull off the cover," he 
said. He busied himself making coffee and I took off my 
coat to sit at the table.

"This is very nice, Michael, but you have to understand 
my dad. He's not going to allow me to do this without 
some serious thought. We're not married and he's a 
stickler for the proprieties, you know what I mean?" I 
said.

"Would he be more reasonable if I wore makeup?" he 
laughed.

"That's not funny, Michael!" I  said, laughing in spite 
of myself.

"What if there were another girl?" he asked.

"Maybe, who did you have in mind?" I asked.

He nodded and walked to the bottom of the staircase, 
yelling "Lisha, can you come down for a minute?" He 
served us coffee while we waited, the hot brew warming 
my insides. As I sipped it crossed my mind that if  
another woman was already living here, what did he need 
me for? My plan to get him horizontal went up in smoke 
and I suddenly became depressed.

I heard a light tap and looked toward the staircase, 
watching a pair of bare feet descend. The white-tipped 
cane tapped again and she came into full view, a very 
pretty girl dressed in shorts and a halter top. About 5 
foot 5, she had full breasts and a slim waist, along 
with the glowy kind of skin that English girls are so 
famous for.

Her sightless eyes stared at the room and she asked, 
"What do you want Michael? I'm in the middle of 
something." 

"Alicia, come meet Penelope. She's going to be living 
with us," Michael said.

"Maybe, if I can persuade my folks," I put in. She 
smiled and walked to us, holding out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Alicia. Glad to meet you, Penelope," she said.

"Please call me Penny," I said.

"This is my sister Alicia, who likes Lisha better," 
Michael smiled.

She sniffed and walked to the counter, then carefully 
poured a cup of coffee, added sugar and walked back.

"I'm ok as long as you don't move furniture without 
telling me," she said.

"Not me," I replied.

"Do you know your way home from here?" he asked.

"Sure, back out to Century and down two miles," I said.

"There's a shortcut I'll show you, but for now that'll 
do," he grinned. "So do we have a deal?"

"I'll talk it over with my folks and let you know," I 
said, gathering my coat and walking to the door. The 
house was nicer than the one I lived in, plus the pool, 
and of course Michael. I was giddy with excitement.

All the way home I rehearsed the arguments I'd use to 
convince my parents of the benefits of my moving out. I 
was almost 20, I needed privacy, there was another girl 
about my age, it would be "Three's company". I could 
ride the train instead of driving, it would be less 
expensive, ad nauseam.

Over dinner I was shocked when I broached the subject. 
My dad's only comment was "Do you need help packing?" 

My mother smiled contentedly and patted my arm, telling 
me "We've been looking forward to this Penny, I'm sure 
you'll do well."

***

It took me a week to pack the things I was taking with 
me, and another week to pack up stuff for storage. My 
father informed me he intended to convert my room to a 
home office, and anything left behind had to be in 
boxes in the garage. I thought he was trying to 
guarantee I wouldn't come back and spoil his fun.

We set up the move for early one Saturday, with Michael 
providing the van and some muscle, plus two 
neighborhood teens for added carrying capacity. Two 
trips got me moved in and the bed put together, the 
room furniture placed the way I liked, and way too many 
boxes piled on the bed and floor.

Michael said he'd do supper, and I began unpacking.

Dinner was nice, a good deep dish pizza with all the 
trimmings and ice-cold beer to wash it down. I took off 
my shoe and rubbed my foot against his calf, holding 
his hand above the table and pretending to read his 
palm. His ear tips got a little pink, but he didn't 
move his leg - a good sign. Later in bed I masturbated 
slowly, my fingers pressing my crease and the hot spot 
at the top, trembling when I came. 

***

When Monday morning arrived, I was 97 percent unpacked 
in my new home, hoping to do the rest through the week. 
My hours were very similar to Michael's, 9 to 5 with an 
hour for lunch, so I rode with him. He was an excellent 
cook, telling me that he was responsible for Alicia's 
main meal of the day. She joined us each evening, 
dressed in shorts and shirt or a thin dress and usually 
barefoot. She ate without saying much and left, her 
cane tapping her path.

I got my first chance to be alone with him on a Friday 
night a couple of weeks later; Alicia was spending the 
weekend with Gretchen. I suggested a movie for us, and 
he agreed. I snuggled against him on the way home, his 
elbow warming the side of my breast, giving me achy 
nipples.

In front of the house I turned to kiss him, a warm one 
that I hoped would lead to more. He bent his mouth to 
mine, caressing my lips. After a minute, I moaned and 
sat back a couple of inches, staring into his eyes.

"You kiss good," I said, watching for his reaction. My 
groin tingled inside, the juices flowing in readiness.

"You too," he nodded with a shy grin.

I kissed him again, longer this time, and when I had to 
break for air I whispered, "You're making my panties 
wet."

"I'm sorry," he blushed, twisting in his seat. I 
grabbed his arm and turned him back toward me, kissing 
his nose.

"Nothing to be sorry for...come on, let's go inside," I 
said reaching for the door handle.

"Inside?" he asked, a questioning look on his face.

"Yeah, inside; I don't want to give the neighbors an 
eyeful," I said.

***

He switched off the engine and ran around to open my 
door, leading me to the house. I was nervous, excited 
and more than a little horny, watching him fumble with 
the keys before finally getting the door open. We 
entered the kitchen and he switched on the light, 
closing the door behind him.  We hung our coats and I 
turned to him, pushing him against the wall. I gave him 
a kiss that I hoped would leave no doubt in his mind as 
to exactly what I wanted. My hand rubbed the swelling 
in his crotch and my pussy pressed against his leg as 
we kissed, clarifying my message.

A while later we were breathing hard and my blouse had 
come undone. I lifted the front of my bra without 
bothering to unhook it, placing his hand on my breast. 
A few more kisses and I was getting ready to unzip my 
skirt, fumbling with the button.

Michael broke his kiss long enough to say "Not here." I 
stepped back and he smiled at me, holding up one 
finger. He opened the refrigerator and took out a 
bottle of wine, then grabbed my hand and led me through 
the house to his bedroom.

He closed the door and set the bottle down, framing my 
face in his hands and kissing me lightly on the lips.

"Make yourself at home, I'll be right back," he said. I 
had to pee and I thought my hair was a mess, so I went 
to the bathroom. I undressed except for my panties, 
carrying my clothes back into the bedroom. The rug was 
thick and soft, the bed looked huge, and I got scared. 
What if he doesn't like my skinny legs and ass? Do I 
smell bad?  Taking a deep breath, I laid my clothes on 
a chair and sat on the arm to wait.

He returned, shutting the door with a soft click. He 
carried two glasses and a covered plate in one hand, 
unbuttoning his shirt with the other. I stood to help 
and he waved me away, putting the plate and glasses on 
the dresser.  Stripped to his boxers, he touched a 
couple of buttons on a stack of black boxes and soft 
piano music filled the room. He led me to a leather 
loveseat in the corner and sat me down, telling me "I 
brought us a snack."

The retrieval of the snack and wine only took seconds 
and he was at my side, offering me a bite of something.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Cheese," he replied, "but I brought grapes and 
nectarines too."

"Ok, " I said, not really hungry. Who can eat at a time 
like this?, I thought.

He picked up a remote and pressed a button, dimming the 
lights.

"I've had this fantasy of having a beautiful woman in 
my room, feeding her wine and grapes, then kissing 
her," he said. He poured the wine and I sipped, leaning 
closer. We kissed once, then again a little longer, and 
I asked, "You really think I'm beautiful?"

He nodded and fed me a chunk of nectarine, licking the 
juice from my chin.

"That tickles!" I giggled.

He smiled and did it again, kissing me afterwards.

We played with the food and drank some of the wine, 
laughing softly as we spilled bits and pieces on each 
other. I truly enjoyed being with him, but my panties 
were soaked and I was sure he could smell me even with 
my legs crossed. He pushed the plate away and asked, 
"May I give Milady a bath?"

"A bath?" I laughed.

"Yes, a bath. I've had this fantasy about giving a 
beautiful woman a bath," he said grinning.

"And then?" I asked.

"Taking her to my bed," he replied.

I kissed him hard and whispered "Please."

We bathed by candlelight in coconut scented bubbles and 
drank some more wine. I sat in front of him  as he 
washed me with a sponge, kissing my neck and wiping 
away the goosebumps. He dried me and brushed my hair 
while I held his cock in my hands, stroking with my 
fingertips. Cameron's had aimed at his chin, skinny and 
tapered. Michael's was longer and thicker, sort of 
drooping and aimed toward me. Uncircumsized, the head 
peeking out was light purple, the veins dark blue. I 
thought it was beautiful, and knelt to take it in my 
mouth. I licked the head and felt it swell in my hand, 
growing firmer. He pulled me up and put out the candle, 
leading me to the bed.

"Where were we?" I whispered, kissing him. My tongue 
met his, gently exploring my mouth, his warm lips 
teasing and tasting me. 

"Mmmmm," he murmured.

"Yes," I managed between kisses.

His hand moved up my stomach and lingered on my 
breasts, trailing his fingertips from one to the other, 
the goosebumps coming and going wherever he touched. I 
pumped his penis with my hand, rubbing my fingers over 
the head.

I lowered my head and licked it, feeling the heat of 
his body.  I put it in my mouth and swirled my tongue 
around and over the little slit, getting a droplet of 
something slippery. I moved between his legs and pushed 
him deep, opening my jaw to swallow his length as far 
as I could.  Licking and sucking, I played with his 
cock until he said, "That feels good." I didn't know 
how close to climax he was, but I was enjoying myself!

"Am I doing it right?" I asked, smiling up at him.

"Yeah but..." he said.

"Relax and enjoy it, Raney. I like it, ok?" I asked.

I tried to swallow it deep, gagging once before I 
settled on it and let it slide to the back of my 
throat. Using my lips and tongue, I bobbed my head up 
and down slowly for a few minutes, forcing him as deep 
as he could go, massaging his ball sac with my other 
hand. Feeling him tense his leg muscles, I slowed even 
further and sucked only the glans, swirling my tongue 
around it.

"I'm gonna!" he cried as he erupted in my mouth, 
bathing my tongue with hot slippery liquid. I swallowed 
noisily, jet after jet of salty-sweet cum flooding my 
mouth. Hungry for the taste of him, I didn't release 
his cock until I felt his erection start to fade, 
twitching against the roof of my mouth. I lifted my 
head and kept stroking him, squeezing the shaft and 
licking the results from the tip as they appeared. I 
nuzzled his sac with my lips, getting a groan of 
delight. I licked there for a moment or two, his 
distinctly male scent filling my nostrils.

Nuzzling his thigh with my nose, I murmured "Was it 
good?"

"Wa-wo-wow!" he sighed, trying to get his breathing 
under control. He gathered me into his arms and we lay 
on the bed and kissed some more, his hands caressing my 
body.

Having read somewhere that communication is the key to 
being a good lover, I said, "I'm kinda new at this."

His eyes got wide and he asked "This isn't your first 
time, is it?"

"Technically no, but it's the first time with somebody 
I want very much," I said.

He frowned and said "I don't want to hurt you." 

"You won't," I smiled.

Draping my leg over his and taking his cock in my hand, 
I stroked it gently, waiting for him to decide what he 
wanted first. 
He put some space between us, dropping his head to suck 
one of my nipples, rolling it in his mouth and making 
me gasp with pleasure. 

"Mmmmmm!" I breathed, "yes yes yes!"

He teased my nipples to hard little points, alternating 
from one to the other, kissing my belly in between, his 
fingers gently stroking my clit. He lowered his head to 
kiss my belly button, then nuzzled my hair, inhaling 
deeply. Crawling backward, he grabbed my butt and put 
his face between my legs, licking and kissing. I 
touched his shoulders and moaned, ready for whatever he 
had in mind.

He teased, licking and sucking my labia, tentatively 
exploring my slot with a fingertip. Getting bolder, the 
finger went deeper and his tongue and lips worked me, 
brushing and flicking my clit. I shivered each time, 
letting him know it felt good. His finger started 
rubbing my come spot in time with his clit licks and I 
tensed, sure that release wasn't far away. Sensing I 
was about to come, he surrounded my clit with his mouth 
and sucked deep, rolling it with his tongue. The heat 
surged outward and I locked my heels across his back, 
arching up and pressing his face to me.

"Yessssssssssss!" I moaned as it hit, writhing with it 
and bucking my hips.

"Aahhhhhmmmph!...ah...ah.....aaahhh.....Oh God 
Raaneeeeeeeeeeeeey!" I screamed as my peak arrived and 
stayed there for long seconds, my pussy spasming hard 
and fast.

My button shrank and he let it go, still working his 
finger against my come spot, prolonging the 
contractions. I slowed my movements, calming a little, 
and he raised his head to smile at me.
Kissing my thigh, he slid his finger out of me and 
moved to cover me, aiming his head for my face. We 
kissed, a long passionate one with lots of tongue, his 
hardness pressing against my stomach. I grasped the 
shaft and pushed down, wanting him inside me. I tingled 
as the tip rode over my clit and slid into the folds, 
opening me.

I tensed, trembling, and he rolled us so I was on top, 
my knees at his side. Cupping my breasts, he said "Go 
slow, we've got all night." 

I nodded and pushed back a little, forcing him deeper. 
He held my hips, watching me closely for any sign of 
pain. Bit by bit he slid inside, my dripping wet puss 
welcoming the intrusion. I rocked slowly to and fro, 
the sensation of being filled and stretched making me 
sweat with effort. He was much bigger than Cameron and 
I thought it might sting a little. There was nothing 
but a slightly snug spot he slid through as I rocked, 
my slippery canal gripping him tightly. Feeling my 
pubic hair bump against his, I whispered, "It's in!"

"Yessssss," he replied, kissing me. I sat up and 
bounced a little, feeling the tip seat itself in the 
pocket just behind my belly button. I patted my 
stomach, imagining I could feel the end of his cock 
through the skin. Putting my hands on his chest, I used 
my legs to slide him in and out, wriggling to rub my 
clit against him when he bottomed out. After a few 
minutes of this, I laid on his chest and kissed him 
hard, squeezing his penis with my muscles. I could feel 
his cock inside me as if it were between us, a lump in 
my belly. He rolled us again, putting me on the bottom 
and raising my legs, kissing and licking my ankles.

There was no rhyme or reason to his efforts after that. 
He seemed to delight in thrusting fast and bringing me 
to the edge, then slowing when my breathing told him I 
was close. A smile was on his face as I made noises of 
disappointment, then he'd begin again with deep, quick 
strokes. I used my muscles to grip him, savoring the 
size of him. Buried inside my body it felt huge as I 
rocked with him, urging him to finish me. I started 
coming a few minutes later, the first one a quick, 
sharp contraction and then one after another, the peak 
of one barely subsiding before the next one began.

"Yaaahhh!...Oh shit!...yes yes yes!" I cried, the waves 
rolling over me and cramping my toes. His rhythm was 
steady and quick as he continued to pound, going past 
my cervix to the bottom of my pussy. He lifted my legs 
higher, holding me bowed almost double with my knees by 
my head, stroking deep and fast. I came again, 
screaming softly and shaking my head, unbelieving at 
the pure joy of it. 

He slowed then, his cock pulsing as he came with me, 
flooding my insides. Deep firm thrusts with a wiggle at 
the bottom, and then out quickly and back inside, 
plunging himself inside me. I dropped my legs, wrapping 
them around his waist, cuddling him close, kissing and 
hugging him hard.  I quit moving and held his butt, 
enjoying the afterglow, catching my breath. The bed was 
wet, I could feel him shrinking inside me and I closed 
my eyes and lay there, fully sated for the first time 
ever.

He slipped out of me and rolled to his side, his wet 
cock against my hip.

Stroking my stomach and playing with my breasts, he 
asked, "Are you ok?" 

I nodded and patted his hand, telling him "I am now."


***


All weekend long Michael couldn't keep his hands off 
me, as if he were trying to make up for the times when 
we were dating. I was kissed, licked and sucked in 
places I never knew could be pleasurable. I got two 
body massages, hundreds of kisses and uncountable 
orgasms. When he bashfully asked if he could play with 
my feet and I said yes, he acted like a child with a 
new toy. Oral sex was a delight; he was infatuated with 
my pussy, laughing as I came again and again. Sucking 
him was nice - he didn't thrust his hips at me or hold 
my head. I could control how much I wanted in my mouth 
at any given time. His cum was plentiful, thick and 
musky tasting, sometimes more than I could swallow. His 
cock inside me was what I liked the best.

I was comfortable being naked around him. He didn't 
stare or leer at me, and his body was handsome in the 
nude. Muscular without being grotesque, he walked like 
a cat, smooth and silent. His body hair was just enough 
to declare him a male, his tiny nipples as sensitive to 
tongues as mine. Above all, he was gentle, his hands 
smooth and soft when he touched me. I idly wondered if 
my mother had ever known such joy.

***

Sometime Sunday evening we were sitting on the couch 
after watching a ball game, relaxed and comfortable. We 
had a snack tray on the coffee table and were dressed 
in shorts and shirts. It was just dusk, the setting sun 
throwing shadows into the room, making the house quiet 
and cozy. I leaned against his shoulder and drank my 
beer, happy in his presence.

Touching one of my nipples through my shirt he grinned 
at me and said, "I like the way they react when I touch 
you."

I sighed and said, "I love it when you touch me."

"Like this?" he asked, leaning closer to kiss my cheek. 
I twisted my head and kissed him full on the mouth, 
flicking my tongue against his upper lip.

"Yeah, like that," I whispered, pulling my shorts off. 
I leaned back and pulled my shirt over my head, taking 
his hand and placing it on my breast.

"There too," I said softly, "and everywhere else."

We kissed for a while, his hands roaming over my body, 
raising goosebumps. I was getting very warm and was 
ready to climb on him when he broke the kiss and asked, 
"Why did you choose me? You could have anybody you 
wanted."

"Anybody wouldn't have been as gentle and caring as 
you," I replied, "and besides, I don't love anybody. I 
love you."

He stood and pulled me up, holding me close, kneading 
my butt cheeks and whispering, "I love you" in my ear. 
Supper forgotten, sex that night for us was slow and 
easy, a matching of mind and body.


***

We drove in together on Monday, huddled close on the 
seat. I wanted to prolong the closeness I felt in his 
presence, keeping my hand on his thigh. In my office 
between calls, I asked myself was this the way love 
felt?  If it was, I didn't like the way it made me feel 
without him near, the want of him gnawing at my insides 
and filling my thoughts.

He was his usual smiling self as he met me for lunch, 
greeting me with a kiss and a hug as he entered the 
office, another bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"The rumors will be flying hot and heavy today," I 
grinned at him, placing the vase on my desk.

"I don't care, do you?" he asked, holding my hand.

As I shook my head no, he smiled and said "Well then."

I was happy at the thought of being close to him again, 
even for a few moments, and floated through the day 
without a care. On the ride home that night, I felt 
happy again, my love close by.

We ate alone. Lisha was home but had a tray in her 
room. I went to my room to shower and get ready for 
bed, intending to sleep with Michael in his room. I was  
folding my laundry when I heard a sharp rap on the door 
and the door opening.

Lisha stood there with a hesitant look on her face, 
seemingly staring at me. I resisted the urge to place 
my hands over the strategic spots, reasoning she was 
blind. 

Unsure, I said "Hi."

"Hi yourself, " she said glumly, closing the door 
behind her.

"What can I do for you?" 

"You can tell me why you seduced my brother!" she 
whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"I'd say it was more mutual than that, but for the sake 
of argument you can say we slept together." 

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I love him. I like the way he treats me. We've 
been dating for a while. It was time."

"Do you do that with everybody you date?"

"Just him," I replied.

She leaned her cane against my chair and said, "Come 
here, I want to see you." 

I almost blurted, "You can't see me! You're blind!", 
then stepped closer to her, touching her hand. I 
shivered as she methodically let her fingers see me, 
groping here and there, smoothing my face and chest, 
ending at my kneecaps. 

My nipples had hardened under her touch and she smiled, 
asking, "You like that? Are you into girls too?"

"No," I replied, "sensitive to being touched."

"I'll bet," she laughed.

"Michael has nice hands," I said defensively.

She picked up her cane and sat in my chair, saying "I 
have to protect Michael sometimes, he's very naive and 
childlike." 

Thinking of the way he played with my feet, I grinned 
and said "Yeah, I know."

I sat on the bed and leaned closer, telling her "I want 
you to know that I love Michael.  You don't have to 
protect him from me. I think our goal is the same, 
seeing Michael happy."

"Gretchen would like you, she likes skinny girls with 
attitudes," Lisha laughed.

"I like to think of it as knowing what I want," I 
replied.

"Do you want kids?" she asked.

"Someday maybe, if Michael does," I replied, "I'd like 
it to be just us for a while, though."

"He is awfully sexy, isn't he?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, blushing even though I knew she 
couldn't see me.

Standing up, she said "Treat him right, please?"

"Oh, I intend to!" I assured her.

Taking a step toward me, one of her hands found my hip 
and the other my breast as she leaned in and gave me a 
kiss on the cheek. It only lasted a few seconds, but it 
brought back memories of Rhonda, the sweet softness and 
the smell of a woman.

I couldn't help it, having her so near was like an 
aphrodisiac. I held her face between my palms and 
gently kissed her, tasting her lips with the tip of my 
tongue. She responded in kind, moving her lips against 
mine with a little more pressure. I sighed and broke 
away, feeling guilty and not knowing why.

She smiled and turned, picking up her cane and opening 
the door.

"Have fun!" she said brightly as she closed it behind 
her.


As I dressed for the night, I mulled over a few of the 
things she'd said.  Were Gretchen and Alicia more than 
friends? What did she do in her room each evening after 
supper? Would children reduce the amount of Alicia's 
inheritance, assuming there would be children? I 
brushed my hair and put some musky perfume in my pubic 
hair and under my breasts, thinking of tonight and 
Michael.

***

I walked down the hall and tapped on his door, hearing 
a muffled "Come in." He was on his bed reading and sat 
up quickly when I entered, a concerned look on his 
face.

"What's the matter? Are you ok?" he asked.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," I replied. "Just hold me."

He stood and put his arms around me, tucking my chin 
into his shoulder. I had felt very sexual and 
adventurous earlier in the day, and after my 
conversation with Alicia I wanted him more than ever.

I felt better in his arms and took a deep breath. 

"I think Alicia knows about us," I said.

"How?" he asked.

"I don't know, but she came to my room," I said.

"I'll take care of it, don't worry," he said.

He  kissed me softly, one hand straying downward to 
feel my butt.

"Do I have to sleep in my room tonight?" I asked.

"Lisha is right next door," he said. "If you stayed 
here we'd have to keep quiet."

"Anything in here that you need?" I asked. 

He shook his head no and I crooked my finger at him and 
smiled "Come with me."

I walked him down the hall to my room hand in hand, my 
excitement returning. I couldn't feel it yet, but I 
knew my pussy was getting wet. I closed the door and 
turned to him, opening my gown and throwing my arms 
around his neck. Kisses, warm and sweet, the touch of 
his gentle hands, probing of fingers, and my breathing 
got uneven. I stepped back and threw off the gown, 
kneeling in front of him. I grasped his cock through 
the fly of his underwear and started pumping it, 
telling him "I want your cock, Michael, I want your cum 
in my mouth."

He pulled his shorts down and kicked them away, his 
penis half-hard and pulsing. I sucked the tip, rolling 
my tongue around, feeling it grow. I stroked the shaft 
with one hand and cradled his balls in the other, my 
head bobbing up and down, sucking lightly and using my 
tongue. I hummed, I tried to swallow it deep, I even 
pushed it back in my throat as far as I could and 
gargled, urging him to cum. His muscles tensed and his 
cock swelled in my hand, then the first jet hit the 
roof of my mouth.

"MMMMM!" I moaned as they continued.

Thick, salty and sticky, I swallowed as fast as I could 
while he filled my mouth. I felt the last dribbles and 
lifted my head, squeezing the base of his cock and 
pulling up. I licked off the last drops that appeared, 
smiling and licking my lips. His cock softened slightly 
and began to waver as I turned it loose, standing to 
kiss him.

His tongue was cautious, roaming around the edges of my 
mouth until he decided he didn't taste so bad after 
all. His hand caressed my belly and my fur and I got 
warmer. Pushing him onto the bed I straddled him and 
sucked on his neck, feeling the goosebumps grow on his 
arms.

He giggled and tucked his chin down to protect his 
neck, and I said, "I'm horny, Michael. I feel slutty, I 
feel like doing things with you I've never done 
before." 

He opened his mouth to comment and I placed a fingertip 
on his lip, continuing "I want you to suck my toes 
again. I want you to lick my ass, I want you to suck my 
nipples until I scream, I want you to make me come and 
come and come some more."

His eyes were wide as he stared at me and laughed, 
"What's gotten into you?"

"You, Michael, nothing but you," I replied.

"We do have to go to work tomorrow," he smiled.

"I'm not saying I want all those things at once, I'm 
saying I trust you. I know you won't hurt me," I 
replied.

Nodding, he tipped his head up for a kiss.

I rolled off him and stuck my ass in the air, saying 
"For tonight Michael, fuck me hard, I need to feel you 
inside me."

He moved behind me and pressed the tip of his cock to 
my slot, rubbing it up and down. I adjusted my knees to 
get him at the right height and pushed back, feeling 
him slide into my juices. I grunted with the feeling of 
fullness, sighing with pleasure. I felt his thighs 
against mine as his hips set up a rocking motion, 
thrusting a couple of inches either way but staying 
deep. My orgasm wasn't too far away and I concentrated 
on what his cock felt like, squeezing it with my 
muscles in rhythm to his strokes, feeling it build.

I gasped with surprise when he started lengthening his 
thrusts, going almost all the way out and plunging back 
inside, harder and harder with each one. I braced 
myself against the headboard and held my ass steady, 
letting him pump as hard as he wanted.

"Unh...unh...unh" he grunted as he stroked. I thought 
he must be close, so I fingered my clit to bring me off 
with him, listening to the sounds of our bodies. His 
was a good one, his dick throbbing as the contractions 
sent the spurts of cum into me. Mine was a soft one, 
the glowy kind that lingers for a long time, leaving my 
pussy hot and tingly.

Spent and slumped over me, he played with my breasts 
and kissed my back and neck, murmuring soft noises to 
me. I relaxed and enjoyed the attention, his cock 
slowly softening inside my warmth. He fell out with an 
"oops!" and a giggle and I rolled over, reaching out 
for him. We kissed and touched for a few minutes and I 
suggested a shower. Again, he looked at my body like 
he'd never seen it before, gazing at my nipples or 
kneeling in front of me as I washed my pubes, watching 
intently.


I fell asleep with his penis between my thighs, his 
belly against my back and his hand on my breast. 

***

TO BE CONTINUED...

Copyright 2005, Janna Leonard, all rights reserved.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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