Ann Douglas

New Horizons
by Ann Douglas

David Miller glanced up from the pages he was feeding into the photocopier, taking note
of the time on the clock on the wall. The nineteen year old had been working in Mail and
Reproduction for nearly eighteen months now, just long enough for his job responsibilities to
have become routine. Actually tedious might have been a better word, as even putting together
copies of the 1977 first quarter report for nearly six hundred employees was more time
consuming than difficult.

It was just a matter of copying the interior black and white pages, collating them, and
then attaching the multi-colored covers before slipping the completed books into the electric
stapler to bind it all together. And the new copier even did the correlating for him, making over
twenty complete copies at a time before he had to start over.

No, it wasn't the project, important as it was, that was on the brown-haired teen's mind,
but rather the daily visit of one of the copy girls who worked on the main floor of Ryan and
Moore, one level above. Peggy McCallister was the kind of girl who wouldn't even give him the
time of day back in high school, unless of course she needed his help in one of her classes. And
in most cases, the help she would be looking for wasn't tutoring but having the work done for her.

But high school was behind him now and he was determined that here, out in the real
world, things were going to be different. Over the last month, David had struck up a friendship of
sorts with Peggy, expediting any work she brought down to the center and had even managed to
have lunch with her a few times in the company cafeteria. Well, having lunch together might
have been a misleading way to look at it. Better to just say she hadn’t objected when he asked if
he could sit with her. Today, however, he was going to take a giant leap; he was going to ask
her out on a date.

As it turned out, he needn't have worried about missing Peggy as, the moment she
stepped through the door and walked up to the counter, just about every head in reproduction
turned in that direction – well, at least the male ones. Standing five foot three, two inches
shorter than David, with a body that seemed carved by a sculptor, the twenty year old would've
stood out in a crowd even without the brilliant long red hair that ran down almost to her waist.

Glancing back over his shoulder, David caught the attention of Connie Burke, the sixty-
two year old retiree who worked part time in the mail room and asked her to take over the
machine for a few minutes. Seeing Peggy standing at the front counter, she gave David a smile
and said she'd be happy to.

Even though he had rehearsed what he wanted to say a dozen times, the minute David
stepped up to the counter he forgot just about all of it. It didn't help matters that Peggy was
wearing a top that not only displayed a bit more cleavage than might normally be considered
appropriate, but it was just tight enough to draw even more attention to the parts of her that it did
cover. Added to that was a set of jeans so tight that they made the view as she walked away
from you almost as enjoyable as the one when she approached.

"Mr. Archer needs these as soon as possible," she said as she laid a pile of about twenty
sheets on the counter between them. 'They need to go out before the end of business today. Do
you think that will be a problem?"

David took his eyes off Peggy just long enough to glance down at the request sheet that
was attached to the top page with a paperclip. It called for ten copies of each, with only a simple
staple at the top – not difficult at all.

Not that he said that, of course. On his very first job, back in high school, he'd been
given a bit of advice that had served him well. Never say exactly how long any job will take, or
how easy it might be. Better to have people marvel that you completed it sooner or with less
difficulty than originally assumed. Otherwise, people will just take it for granted and expect it
that quick and easy all the time.

He made an exaggerated glance back towards the copier, where Connie was continuing
to make copies. He knew that they only had about sixty more copies of the report to make and
that the color covers would take a half hour at best. That left more than enough time to
complete Mr. Archer's, and by extension, Peggy's request.

"It'll be tight, but for you I'll get it done," David told Peggy with a smile.

"You are a lifesaver," Peggy beamed back. "I probably shouldn't say so, but I really
screwed up this time. I was supposed to bring this down this morning, but I got wrapped up with
something else and simply forgot."

Those were words David was overjoyed to hear. What better opportunity would he have
to ask her out?

"Peggy, can I ask you something?" he said as she started to walk away from the
counter.

"Sure," she replied, turning back towards him.

David lifted the movable countertop and stepped out into the entryway with Peggy. As
he did, he glanced back toward Connie who, watching him instead of the copier, gave him a
smile of encouragement.

"There's a new movie coming out next week that I've read is really going to be
something awesome," he began a bit hesitantly, "and I was wondering if, perhaps, you might
like to go and see it with me?"

From where she was watching, it was obvious to Connie that the offer came as a
complete surprise to Peggy. It was also immediately apparent that, despite his efforts to the
contrary, the redhead never imagined her relationship with David as anything but platonic.
Connie did however give the younger girl some credit, in that she didn't immediately say no
without at least making a show of giving it some thought.

"What's the movie?" Peggy asked.

"It's called Star Wars, he eagerly replied.

"Never heard of it," Peggy said, "What's it about?"

David told her what he knew of the plot from the article in Time magazine that he had
read.

"Spaceships, ray guns, robots and guys with swords?" Peggy said, failing to hide her
lack of interest. "I'm sorry, but I don’t think that's my kind of movie."

"Well, we could see something else," David quickly suggested, unwilling to let the
opportunity pass by.

Peggy took a long breath, then another, giving her a few moments to think of the best
way to turn David down without hurting his feelings too much.

"David, you're a nice guy, I really mean that," she said, calling forth the beginning of
what had become a familiar refrain, "but I'm sort of seeing someone. You might know him, Tim
Kelly? He works upstairs."

As soon as he heard the name, David pictured the handsome, dark-haired researcher,
who was six years his senior and probably made almost twice his salary. He was sure Tim's idea
of getting a bite before a movie didn't involve any place where they wore paper hats behind the
counter.

Peggy was stretching the truth a bit when she said she was 'seeing' Tim. In actually, she
had done little more than have lunch with him a few times, although those had definitely not
been in the company cafeteria. Going to see the new Burt Reynolds film, Smokey and the
Bandit tonight, was actually their first real date – real being defined by Peggy as one in which
after which the guy taking her out might actually have a chance to get in her pants.

"Oh, I didn't know," David said, disappointment evident in his voice.

"I'm glad you understand," Peggy smiled, thankful that she had managed to turn him
down without creating any hard feelings between them. "And I do appreciate you getting those
copies done right away for me," she added as she leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the
cheek. "You're a real doll."

As David lifted the countertop and stepped back into the work area, Connie didn't need
to see the dejected look on his face to know what had happened. She waited until he was back
at the machine, then simply stepped aside to let him slide back in. She didn't say anything until
he did, and then just laid a compassionate hand on his shoulder and said that there were plenty
of other girls out there.

'Yeah, right,' David thought, but didn't say.

-=-=-=-

David had planned to head out to lunch once the interior pages for the quarterly were
done, but decided to delay it long enough to make Peggy's copies. In order to make the color
covers for the quarterly report, he would have to open up the copier and replace the standard
toner cartridge with the color one. So it just made more sense to do her project first. At least
that was what he told himself, so he wouldn't feel like too much of a jerk.

Once he was done, he handed off the project to one of the junior clerks to put them in
envelopes, onto which would be attached the pre-addressed labels that were kept on file. Then
he tossed the original papers, with the clip back on the front page, into the mail wagon so that
they could be returned to Mr. Archer's office.

It was when he saw a large manila folder in the wagon's large basket that he
remembered a similar folder in his knapsack. One that he didn't trust one of the other mail clerks
to deliver. Retrieving his folder, he told the clerk that he would take the basket upstairs himself.
As he was waiting to go out to lunch himself, the younger teen had no objection at all.

Before he was promoted to the reproduction end, David had delivered and picked up the
mail throughout the day. Some clerks found it a boring job, but he had actually enjoyed it, if for
no other reason that he got to meet other people in the company and make friends. That most of
the people he met were older than him really never seemed to matter.

Toward the end of his delivery run, David stopped at the reception desk and had a few
words with Lisa Sweeny, who had started with the company just about the same time he had.
Twenty-five years old, the divorced blonde was most recognizable by the Farrah Fawcett hairdo
she had taken to wearing. Four inches taller than David, she had a fashion model's skinny build
and had, in fact, done a bit of that sort of work for a few department stores back in her high
school days.

Like many of the women at Ryan and Moore, Lisa always had a smile for him whenever
he stopped by. Unlike the others, however, there was a story behind that smile, one that David
would always remember fondly.

It had been the night of the Christmas party, held last year just a few floors down at the
City View Club. With only a few months at the company, David still wasn't all that comfortable
with that sort of thing and had decided to call it an early night. He'd come back upstairs to
retrieve his copy of "The World According to Garp", which he'd forgotten in the break room
during lunch. The John Irving book was already overdue from the library and he wanted to
return it on his day off tomorrow.

When he walked into the small room, he found Lisa sitting at the same table as his book.
It was obvious that she'd had a few drinks down at the party, but David didn't think she was
drunk. At least, not until she got out of the chair and stepped up to him.

"Oh look, mistletoe," she laughed softly, in a voice slurred just enough to make David
rethink his opinion. "You know what that means."

David glanced up and sure enough, he was standing under a sprig of mistletoe that
someone had hung from the ceiling. By the time he looked back down, Lisa had crossed the
room and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, brought her lips to his.

It was a nice kiss, David thought, in fact one of the nicest he'd gotten during the holiday
season. It was only after Lisa decided to kiss him a second time that what had started out
innocently enough progressed to anything but.

Lisa's tongue filling his mouth came as a hell of a surprise, but not half as much as when
he felt her hand slip between his legs and come to rest against his cock. An action that produced
a reaction both immediate and highly noticeable.

Even at eighteen, his next birthday being two months away, David wasn't a total
innocent. He had, after all, lost his virginity to Dorothy Morgan on the night of the senior prom.
That it had been two previously platonic friends deciding to just get it over with didn't make it
count any less.

A few long moments passed after which, Lisa didn’t withdraw her tongue, or her hand. In
fact, she then went even further, blatantly massaging his cock through his pants, making David
feel emboldened. He brought a free hand up and cupped one of her breasts through the loose
fitting dress she was wearing, letting out a small gasp of surprise when he discovered she wasn't
wearing a bra.

"You know, you are really cute," he heard Lisa whisper into his ear as she put her own
hand over David's, encouraging him to squeeze her breast harder, "and I am so fuckin' horny."

Then, letting out a soft moan as he followed her lead, she kissed him again, leaving the
teenager no doubt that he was about to have a fantasy come true.

Unfortunately, at least for him, reality stepped in a few seconds later in the form of
Brenda Greene, one of the other women who worked in the office. She already had her coat on,
and held a second one over her arm Once Lisa saw the heavy-set secretary, she released her
hold on David and took a large step back, her face now expressing a look of embarrassment.

Neither woman said a word as she helped Lisa into her coat, but as they exited the room,
David was able to overhear a comment Brenda made to her friend in a voice just a bit too loud.

"God, Lisa, I know you haven’t been laid in a while, but the kid from the mailroom?"

Come the following Monday, David was worried what Lisa was going to say about the
incident. Would she put the blame on him for taking advantage of her inebriated state, even
though she had been the one who had initiated the encounter? Worse, would she make an
actual complaint about it?

But to his surprise, she made no mention of it at all. In fact, as hard as he tried, he
couldn't find any difference between the way she treated him now and how she had before the
party. Was it possible that she was even drunker than he thought and didn't remember it at all?
But even if that was the case, surely Brenda had told her about it?

It was only the next day when he overheard two of the men in the office talking about the
party, specifically one telling the other how far he had gotten with one of his female co-workers,
that David finally understood. The older of the two cut off the younger, who had been telling the
story, telling him to remember the code. After the younger had walked away, David asked him
what he meant by the code.

"Office parties are like going to Vegas, kid," he smiled. "What happens at them, stays
at them."

-=-=-=-

"The door to Mr. Archer's office was locked," David said to Lisa. "Could I leave these
originals here for him?"

"I saw Peggy go out to lunch with Tim Kelly about a half hour ago," Lisa said, as if to
explain the locked door. "Just leave them with me and I'll give them to her when she comes
back."

David thanked Lisa and went on to continue his deliveries. Quickly finishing with the
mail for all but one office, David backtracked to one he had intentionally skipped. It was the
office of Michael Davis, one of the company's senior partners, but more importantly it was the
office in which his best friend at Ryan and Moore could be found.

At first, second or even third glance, Judith Katz seemed a most unlikely candidate for
that role. Thirteen years David's senior, with curly, short brown hair, the five foot two, one
hundred and forty-eight pound woman had worked for the company for just over twelve years.
Never married, she was usually one of the first to arrive in the morning and among the last to
leave at the end of the day. Consequently, there was little that happened at the firm that Judith
didn't know about.

Their unlikely friendship had begun with Judith's curiosity as to why, late one night after
most of the staff had gone home, the young man had taken over an empty desk and was
banging away at an electric typewriter. Banging away being the key term because, even from
across the room, Judith could tell that the teenager had never used one before.

"A paper for school?" Judith asked as she came up behind the young man,
remembering someone saying he took night classes at a community college.

David almost jumped when he heard the voice behind him, having thought everyone
else had gone home already. What was worse, he recognized the voice of who had caught him
using the typewriter.

"Not exactly," David said, his embarrassment quite evident .

Curious, Judith picked up the top sheet of the pile and began reading. As she did, her
mind automatically corrected the grammatical and typing errors, but even despite them, she
found the material interesting enough to continue onto the next few pages before making any
comment.

"Are you taking some sort of writing class?" she inquired as she laid the pages back on
the pile.

"No, it's just sort of a hobby," David answered, wondering if he was in trouble for using
the typewriter without permission. "I started writing stories back when I was in high school, and
then I just couldn't seem to stop afterwards."

"I see," Judith said noncommittally. "You do realize that you're a horrible typist, don't
you?"

"I've never used an electric typewriter before," David admitted. "All we have at home is
an old manual Smith-Corona."

"And your work could definitely stand the benefit of a good editor," the older woman
said, taking a long pause before adding, "but all in all, I think it's quite interesting."

"You like science fiction?" David asked, his tone making the possibility sound doubtful.

"Why do you find that hard to believe?" Judith asked, pickup up on his tone.

"I just didn't think anyone that works here would like things like that," David answered,
realizing even as he said it that it was a pretty stupid thing to say.

"Because we're all old and unimaginative, right?" Judith smiled before adding, "I'll have
you know that not only do I read science fiction, but one of my most prized possessions is a first
edition copy of Foundation and Empire, signed by the author himself."

"You met Isaac Asimov?" David asked, a sense of awe in his voice that one might
normally associate with meeting the President or the Pope.

"Well, not really," Judith replied, her reply containing a slight touch of disappointment.
"The book was already signed when it was given to me by a friend; he was the one who met Dr.
Asimov."

"Wow," David said, thinking that even that much of a connection was impressive.

"I'm not going to compare this story of yours to anything he might have done," Judith
said, still making reference to the famed author, "but I would like to read the rest of it. Would
you mind if I borrowed it overnight? I promise to have it back to you in the morning."

Thinking that if she was actually interested in reading his work, she would hardly turn him
in for using the typewriter, David immediate said he didn't mind at all.
Gathering up the few retyped pages he had completed earlier, he added them to the larger pile
of pages done with the manual typewriter and handed the pile to Judith.

"Thank you," she said, promising again to have it all back to him tomorrow.

The next morning, when David stopped by Mr. Davis' office to retrieve his story, he was
surprised to be handed back, not only his original copy, but a second one that was immaculately
typed.

"I hope you don't mind, but I did a little editing when I retyped it," Judith said with a
smile. "I though it was the least I could do, since you were nice enough to let me take it home to
read."

"You changed my words?" David asked with reflexive indignation, only remembering at
the last second who he was speaking to. "I mean, you changed my words?" he repeated in a
much softer voice.

"Just a bit," Judith said.

Curious, David flipped open the folder and looked at the new copy, reading a few
random paragraphs. What resentment he might have felt quickly faded as he realized that by
simply tightening up his verbiage and correcting a few grammatical errors she had indeed greatly
improved the story.

"This is better," he admitted, thanking her for doing it.

"My pleasure," Judith said, adding, "If you want, I'd be happy to retype anything else
you might have lying around, or plan to write in the future. With one condition of course."

David was almost afraid to ask what that was, but, with the prospect of what she was
offering, couldn't afford not to.

"I want to see you improve," she said, explaining that once she corrected an error, and
explained to him why the change had been made, she didn't expect to see it repeated. She
would of course give him a little leeway because, after all, bad habits were sometime hard to
break. But if the same errors kept popping up over and over, she would stop wasting her time.

David quickly agreed to her conditions. That had been five months ago.

-=-=-=-

"Good afternoon, David," Judith said as she looked up from the paperback she had
been reading at her desk. She put the book aside, but not before the teenager was able to see it
was "The Chancellor Manuscript" by Robert Ludlum. "What do you have for me today?"

Smiling, David laid the mail on an open space on her desk. Judith glanced down at it,
then looked back at him, her expression one of forced irritation.

"Now that's not what I meant and you know it," she said, turning her gaze to the almost
empty mail basket.

David grinned even broader as he picked up the manila folder that he had taken out of
his backpack and handed it to Judith. With a grin of her own, she flipped it open and scanned
the contents for a few moments before closing it again and laying the folder on top of the mail.

"You know, even on that old Smith-Corona, your typewriting has gotten better these last
few months," she noted, "and speaking of improving, how did you make out on that English Lit
exam?"

"B-," David said, thinking it was a long way from the D he was contemplating in the
beginning of the semester.

Over the last few months, Judith's insistence on his continuing improvement had also
been extended to his school work, with the betterment of his grades the tangible result.

"You know, I wasn't going to mention this until you were done with it," Judith said,
changing the subject back to his writing, "but I think that this is the best story that you've done so
far. So good in fact that I really wish you'd let me show it to one of my friends over at Argo
Books. He's looking for some writers for a new authors anthology that he's putting together."

"I'm still not ready for that," David answered, still lacking the confidence in his writing to
even submit his work to one of the local fanzines.

"All right, suit yourself," she said, aware that it remained a touchy subject with him. "Did
you come up with a title for it yet?"

"New Horizons," he smiled.

"I like that," Judith smiled in return.

"Well, I'd better get going if I want to get a sandwich before my lunch break is over,"
David said. "We still have to wrap up the quarterly report and I'd like to get out of here on time
today."

"Then you’d better move your ass, young man," Judith laughed.

David laughed as well as he turned and walked out of the office. As he did, Judith
watched him perhaps a bit longer than propriety called for, thinking, as she did, it wasn't a bad
looking ass at that.

-=-=-=-

Twenty five minutes later, David headed back towards the mail room, eager to wrap up
the day's work. The moment he walked into the room, however, he knew something was wrong.
Bob Madison, the department manager, who rarely actually came down into the mail room, was
down on his knees in front of the new photocopier, with the maintenance doors wide open.

"What happened?" David asked as he stepped over to the machine, now seeing Connie
standing behind Bob with a worried look on her face.

"We have a problem," Bob answered as he got back up from the floor, "but not to
worry; I've already called the service company and they promise to get someone over here by
five at the latest. They assured me that it's just a quick replacement of the focus module and
then we'll be as good as new."

"Five o'clock?" David repeated.

"That's what I said," Bob replied, "and that means I'm going to need one of you to wait
for the repair tech and finish off the quarterly report once he gets it up and running."

A frown filled David's face. He knew there was no way in hell that Connie was going to
stay, so what the manager was really saying that he was going to have to stay and compete the
work.

"I don't suppose we could just run off black and white covers on one of the other
copiers?" David asked, pretty sure of the answer already.

"Considering what we are paying on the rental of the new machine," Bob replied, "I'm
not about to go up and explain to the big boys upstairs why we didn’t use it. Do you have a
problem with staying around, David? I know it's Friday night, but…"

"No, I don’t have a problem staying," David said, thinking at the same time that if he
hadn’t put Peggy's project ahead of the report covers, none of this would be happening.

"Fine, then that's settled," the department manager said as he wiped off his hands on a
small towel.

-=-=-=-

At a quarter after five, long after just about everyone else had left, David got a call from
the service tech saying he would be there in another twenty minutes. Even if the repair only took
the few minutes that they promised, there was no way he was going to be able to finish his work
and still get home to his parents' house in Brooklyn before eight-thirty, not with having to make
that connection between the RR and F trains. Between his disappointing encounter with Peggy
and the copier breakdown, this week was certainly ending badly.

"David, what are you still doing here?" he heard a familiar voice ask from the behind the
front counter.

He turned around to see Judith Katz standing there, a small package in her hand.

"The copier broke and I'm the lucky guy who gets to stay and wait for the repairman,"
the teenager replied. "Then I have to finish off the quarterly reports, so they can give them out
on Monday."

"Oh, that's too bad," Judith said, adding that she had just stopped by to drop off the
package in her hand. It needed to go out with the weekend shipment of things to the California
office.

"Well, let me take care of it as long as I'm still here," David offered as he walked over
and took the small box from her.

"I hope having to stay didn't ruin any plans you might have had," Judith said. "I mean it
is Friday night."

"Nothing of real importance," David replied as he dropped the box into the large canvas
bin that would be picked up by UPS later in the evening.

"Well, it was important to you," she noted, picking up on the disappointment in his voice.
"What was it?" she asked out of curiosity.

"You'd think it was pretty stupid," he replied.

"I wouldn't, I promise," she said.

"I wanted to watch Wonder Woman on TV; it's my favorite program," he admitted.

"See, I'm not laughing," Judith pointed out.

"I know it's only a television show, but I do enjoy it," he added. "I missed this episode
when it was first on and I was hoping to catch the rerun."

"I'm afraid I've never seen it," Judith commented. "I usually watch Donny and Marie at
eight."

David wished he could've said he'd never seen that particular show, but he would've
been lying. Next to the Brady Bunch Variety Hour, Donny and Marie was his mother's favorite
program. She never missed it, which forced him to watch Wonder Woman on the old black and
white portable in the basement.

The few times he'd seen Donny and Marie, he thought the idea of a real life brother and
sister singing "couples" songs to each other rather creepy. At least on the Brady Bunch show
they were only actors playing a family.

"You know, I'm sure Donny and Marie is also a rerun," Judith said, as if she was just
thinking out loud.

Not sure why she had said that, David didn't reply.

"What I meant was, if I didn't watch it tonight, I really wouldn’t be missing anything I
haven't already seen," she went on.

David still didn't get where she was going with this, but gave her his attention regardless.
In a few more moments, he was certainly glad he had.

"So, if you wanted to come over after you finish up here," Judith offered, "you could
watch your show on my television. I'm only ten blocks from here, after all."

"That would be awesome," David replied, unable to believe his good fortune.

"In fact, we could even order a pizza and have dinner together before the show," Judith
added.

"You sure you wouldn’t mind?" David asked.

"Not at all," Judith smiled, "You know I always enjoy your company."

Judith wrote down her address, in case David didn't remember it from the one time he
had delivered some papers Judith needed when she was out sick, a month before. She also
added her phone number so that he could call when he was leaving the office, allowing her to
order dinner from the corner pizzeria, so that he could pick it up on his way.

When the copier repairman arrived shortly after Judith left, it only took a bit more than
ten minutes to put the machine in perfect working order. While he had been waiting, David had
done as much pre-assembly work as possible to speed up things later, and once he actually
began took whatever short-cuts he could. He was sure no one would complain that each booklet
had only two staples instead of three.

-=-=-=-

Picking up the pizza on the way, David arrived at the high rise where Judith lived at ten
to seven. At first, the doorman at the desk didn’t believe that he wasn't just the delivery boy, but
a quick phone call up to the tenth floor apartment confirmed that he was an expected guest.

On his previous visit, Judith had been reluctant to let David past the front door, lest he
be overly exposed to the flu bug that had caused her to stay home. This time, however, she was
waiting with the door open as he exited the elevator.

"Just in time," she smiled as she stepped aside to let him carry the still hot pizza past
her. "I'm starving."

She directed him into the small apartment's kitchen, telling him to just lay the box on the
counter. As he did so, David looked around at both the kitchen and the adjacent living room,
which was visible over the half wall that divided both.

The apartment was meticulously clean, and tastefully decorated, the sort of place he
dreamed of having himself one day. The centerpiece of the living room was a plush, inviting
couch, before which sat a large Zenith console. It was, he quickly decided, even larger than the
television that sat in his parents' living room.

"Project all done?" Judith asked as she followed him into the kitchen a few moments
later.

"Boxed and ready to be distributed," he replied as he turned around to face her.

In his rush to put down the hot box, David really hadn’t taken too long a look at Judith
back at the door. It was an omission he now corrected. She had traded the conservative dress
she had worn to work earlier for a pair of black slacks and a white pullover. It seemed strange to
see her dressed so differently, but he couldn't put a finger on why it felt that way.

"What do you like to drink?" Judith asked as she laid out some plates for the pizza. "I
have juice, soda, or if you want, beer."

Technically, David was still underage, but his father had been letting him have the
occasional beer at home ever since he'd turned eighteen. Figuring that having dinner at a
friend's home was close enough, he said he'd have the beer.

Sitting at the table and eating their pizza, they made small talk, touching pretty much on
the same subjects that usually dominated their workplace chats. Judith had the kitchen radio on
in the background and David abruptly paused when he heard Foreigner's Feels Like The First
Time come on.

"That song is awesome," David said. "Don’t you think so?"

Judith didn't seem to be too impressed by the recent release, prompting David to ask
what music she thought was good.

She didn't even have to think about her answer, which surprised David.

"Back when I was even younger than you,," she smiled, pausing to take a sip of her beer,
"I learned that Elvis was King. In all the time since, I've never heard anything to make me
change that opinion."

"Including the Beatles?" David asked.

"Including the Beatles," Judith repeated, never having been as impressed by the four
lads from Liverpool as her friends had been.

Between them, they finished off half the small pie, then, after putting the leftovers in the
fridge and rinsing off the dishes, Judith suggested they take the rest of their beer and move into
the living room. She turned on the television and put on Channel 2, lowering the volume with
her remote control. The CBS affiliate was still running local programming and neither of them
had much interest in it.

"You know, I was thinking on my way home," Judith said as they sat on opposite ends of
the small couch. "If television is really that important to you, you should save up for one of those
new video recorders that they're coming out with this summer. Then you could watch your
favorites whenever you wanted."

"For what I read they are going to be selling them for," David replied, "I don't think that'll
be happening any time soon."

"Well, perhaps you could convince your Dad that one would be a great addition to the
house," she offered. "I'm sure there are shows he loves that he doesn’t always get to see."

"They say the timers are only good for one show at a time, so I can just see the
arguments about which show that was going to be," David pointed out. "Besides, you can't
imagine the time we had convincing my Dad to go for a color TV a few years ago when the old
black and white finally gave up the ghost. Change has never been his thing. He still even
prefers records to 8 Tracks."

The show that was on the TV came to a close and Judith used the four button remote to
raise the volume as the Wonder Woman theme song came on. Glancing at David, Judith could
see the excitement in his eyes.

"I liked the show better when it was on ABC last year," David said as the credits rolled,
explaining that when it had originally aired, the show had been set in World War Two. "With
them putting her in the present this season," he added, "some of the storylines are just like those
on The Bionic Woman."

Judith nodded her head in agreement, just to be nice. As the story unfolded, she
couldn't see how a change in time period would've made that much of a difference. The show
really didn't seem much different than any of the other action shows that she'd seen.

In fact, the only real variation seemed to be the curvaceous Miss Carter running around
in a tight-fitting, star-spangled swim suit. Simple as it might have been, David certainly did seem
to enjoy it, the physical manifestation of that enjoyment evident the few times Judith glanced
over at his lap.

Not that she could really fault him for something she herself was sometimes guilty of.
David's mentioning of the Bionic Woman reminded Judith that she herself had watched the "Six
Million Dollar Man" a few times, for no other reason than it starred Lee Majors.

Finally the closing credits began to roll, and the on air announcer reminded viewers to
stay tuned for the "Incredible Hulk", coming right up after a few words from their sponsors.
Judith glanced back towards David as if to ask if he wanted to watch that a well, but he
anticipated her question and said he'd already seen the impending episode. Hitting the off button
on the remote, Judith caused the green giant that had replaced the dark haired heroine on the
screen to instantly fade from view.

-=-=-=-

"Wasn't that great?" David asked, still filled with excitement.

"It was certainly … something," Judith smiled, appreciative of the fact that at least David
had enjoyed the show. She had paid little attention to it herself, having spent more time
watching him that was happening on the screen.

"Thanks again for letting me come over to watch it," David said as he started to get up
off the couch. "I really appreciated it."

"It was my pleasure," Judith smiled. "You know, it's still early; do you really have to
go?"

"Not really," David replied, thinking that he hadn't had a curfew since graduation. "I just
thought you might have other things you need to do, and I didn't want to overstay my welcome."

"Nonsense, I enjoy your company," Judith replied, "and aside from the little time we've
talked about your latest story, I don't think we've had a chance to talk in almost two weeks."

David found himself counting backwards, and it had indeed been that long since they'd
had more than a five minute discussion about anything. Normally, they tried to have lunch
together at least once a week, twice if they could. He really couldn’t explain why, but it was often
easier to chat with Judith about what was going on in his life than it was to friends his own age.

"So tell me, what have you been up to, other than school and writing?" Judith asked.

There really wasn't much to tell; the two aspects of his life that Judith mentioned, along
with work, of course, took up just about most of his time. Still, he shared what there was as
Judith listened carefully.

"Would you like something else to drink?" Judith said as David finished recapping the
last ten days.

"Sure," he replied, "but I think I'll go with the soda this time."

"Fair enough," Judith said as she got up and headed to the kitchen. Although she really
would've preferred another beer, she took out a soda for herself as well, thinking that if David
was going to be responsible, limiting himself to the single beer, she should at least do the same.

They spent another fifteen minutes talking about things at work, Judith mentioning that
there was going to be an entry level job opening in research next month that she thought David
should put in for. She'd be happy to write him a recommendation, of course.

"That would be great," David said.

"Oh, and speaking of the research department, I understand that you asked out Peggy
McAllister today," Judith unexpectedly said, causing David to choke for a moment on his soda.

"What…" he sputtered as he tried to swallow, "where did you hear…"

He didn't finish the question, remembering that little happened in the office that Judith
didn't seem to know about.

"I also heard that it didn't go as well as you hoped," she added.

'That's an understatement,' David thought, saying instead, "You could say that."

"Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it if I were you," Judith assured him. "I'm sure
you'll have plenty of opportunities in the future."

David wasn't sure what she meant by opportunities, but nodded his head in agreement
anyway. As far as sex went, the only relationship he saw in his future was the one he'd been
having with his left hand.

"Actually, I was genuinely surprised when I heard that you'd asked Peggy out," Judith
said.

"Why, because she's way out of my league?" David answered with his own question.

"Hardly that, but you have to admit, it was a reach, but not for the reasons that you might
think," Judith answered. "No, I was surprised because I never imagined she might be your
type."

"And how would you know what my type was?" David laughed.

"From your stories," Judith answered confidently.

"My stories?" David asked.

"Yes, your stories," Judith replied. "I've read, what, a dozen of your stories, with at least
one or two female characters in each. I know you have tried to make them all unique, but if you
really pay attention, you find that all of them share some common characteristics. I don't even
think you realize you do it; perhaps it's more on a subconscious level, but it's there."

"And you think I'm describing the kind of woman I'm attracted to?" asked David.

"Definitely," Judith smiled, "and it's not one whose sole assets are big boobs and a tight
ass."

David had to laugh at that.

"Now that I say it," Judith continued, "I'm wondering if there was another reason why
you tried to ask Peggy out."

"And what would that be?" he further asked.

"Well, it's quite possible that you might have heard, and believed, the office gossip about
Peggy," Judith replied. "That she's the kind of girl willing to put out for as little as dinner and a
movie."

"I would never…" David immediately said, only to pause as he realized that he had
been too quick to protest.

"Yeah, I thought it might be that," Judith smiled.

David didn’t know what to say, but the bright crimson of his face spoke volumes.

"Oh don't act all embarrassed," Judith laughed. "I don't think any less of you. In fact, I'd
wonder if something was wrong, if you weren't interested in something like that. But trust me, in
the long run you’re a lot better off that Peggy turned you down."

"I don't understand," David said.

"Well, gossip to the contrary, Peggy isn't that kind of girl," Judith said. "Oh, I don't mean
to say that she doesn't put out – quite the contrary. I have it on reliable authority that she is
somewhat of a phenomenon in bed. Where the gossip goes wrong about is that the price of
admission is a lot more than just dinner and a movie."

David couldn't imagine where Judith got her information from, but he found it fascinating.

"Simply put, Peggy is what you might call a high maintenance kind of girl," Judith
continued. "Someone that expects, no, demands twenty-four hour attention to her every want
and need. To say nothing of the constant tangible displays of affection she has also come to
expect from a man … displays that don't come cheap."

Judith paused for a moment, allowing what she had already said to sink in before going
on.

"Now let's look at you, at least as seen through Peggy's eyes," Judith suggested.
"Granted that you're cute, probably bordering on handsome, highly intelligent, at least about
most things, and overall in fairly good shape. All in all, on the surface at least, not a bad guy to
go out with."

David had to smile at Judith's description of him.

"Not let's take a look at the not so positives, at least from her perspective," she went on.
"While you have a full time job, it's not a very well paying one, at least not at this point. Peggy is
absolutely not the kind of girl who's going to go Dutch treat on a date. And lets not even mention
the constant, not so small baubles she's come to expect from her one and only."

The smile had now definitely left David's face.

"And now let's look at the time factor," Judith continued. "You work thirty-five to forty
hours a week, and on top of that take classes three nights a week. Not to mention the amount of
time you like to spend writing." She took a long pause and then asked, "Which of those were
you planning to cut back on, in order to have enough time to attend to her needs?"

David didn't have to be great at math to know that there was only one of those he could
afford to cut back on, and it was the one he enjoyed the most.

"So, obviously a girl like Peggy is not for you," Judith concluded.

"The way you put it, I don't think there's any girl out there for me," David said,
exasperated.

"Of course there is," Judith assured him. "You just have to find one that fits into your
lifestyle."

"That sounds easier said than done," David groaned.

"It might be easier than you think," Judith replied, "once you settle a few questions with
yourself."

"What kind of questions?" David asked.

"Well, the first thing I guess you need to ask yourself is, what kind of girl are you looking
for?" Judith pointed out.

"I don’t understand," he said.

"Okay, let's put it bluntly; that will save a little time and we're both adults here," she said.

David nodded his head okay.

"All right, given the choice, what would you rather have in your life right now?" Judith
began. "A girl you can have a relationship with, one that will eventually grow into something of
perhaps a permanent nature, or are you looking for someone you can just fuck now and then?"

David took a long, deep breath as a wave of dizziness suddenly passed over him. Even
with the many personal things that he'd discussed with Judith these last few months, he couldn't
believe the turn this conversation had taken.

"I think maybe something in between," he finally managed to say.

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere," Judith smiled. "You're looking for what some
might call a friend with benefits."

"What is that?" David asked, not having ever heard the term before.

"Think of it as a girlfriend with a small "g", one who was, how shall we put it, low
maintenance, or perhaps even no maintenance."

"You make it sound like I should be looking for a hooker," David said.

"Not at all," Judith countered. "A hooker would sleep with you for money, a simple,
straightforward business transaction. What I'm describing is someone that might sleep with you
because both you and she have a common need."

A small light went off in the back of David's head. What Judith just described was
exactly what happened between him and Dorothy.

"Young men have desires, some might even call them needs," Judith said. "What you
might not have given much consideration to is the fact that there are women out there in much
the same situation – having needs, but lacking the time or inclination to satisfy them along the
more conventional routes."

"So how am I supposed to find these girls?" David mused out loud, not really expecting
an answer.

"Oh, they're out there," Judith answered nevertheless, "and you might be surprised at
who they are."

The incident last December with Lisa after the Christmas party suddenly rushed to the
forefront of his thinking. In the light of what Judith had just told him, it might not be too much of
a stretch to consider that Lisa might be one of those girls.

Thinking of Lisa now also made David wonder if Judith knew about what had happened
that night. Hell, she knew about more or less everything else. Then a third, more important
thought came to him. If Lisa was indeed a possible friend with benefits, what were the odds of
him getting a second chance with her?

It seems each new question brought two more, a few of which David wanted to ask
Judith about. But before he could, she excused herself to answer nature's call.

Five minutes slowly passed, then eight, as David sat along in the living room. In that
short, but long-seeming span, he began to wonder that in, light of these sudden revelations,
perhaps he should call it a night and head home. There was always tomorrow, well, Monday at
least, and his questions might make more sense after he thought about it for a day or two.

"Now, where were we?" David heard Judith say as she stepped back into the room from
behind. "Oh yes, we were talking about needs."

David turned his head in the direction of her voice, planning to say that it was time he
headed home. The words were right on the tip of his tongue, but that was where they died. It
was impossible to think of anything, other than the fact that Judith had emerged from the
bathroom wearing nothing more than a short nightgown, the material of which was sheer enough
to be translucent.

"David, I want you to know that I didn’t plan this," Judith said, as casually as if she had
been standing fully clothed in the executive boardroom. "I mean, it wasn't in my mind when I
offered to let you come over and watch your program."

David barely heard her words, too wrapped up in looking at her near-naked body.
Through the thin material he could see both her dark nipples and the thick mound of hair
between her legs.

Aside from his older brother's bachelor party, and a trip to a show in Times Square with
his friends when they all turned eighteen, David had never seen a woman's body this exposed.
Especially not one that he knew. Even Dorothy, in the privacy of her parents' basement
playroom, had only removed just enough clothing for them to do the deed.

"That said, however," Judith continued, suddenly making David feel like he was
Benjamin Braddock in The Graduate, "I have, over the last few months, developed certain
feelings towards you. I honestly never imagined myself acting on them, but here I seem to have
done just that."

"You've had thoughts about me?" David asked, that being the only part of her
comments that seemed to have registered in his head.

Judith nodded.

"Wow!" David exclaimed, the possibility that Judith had been talking about herself when
she mentioned women with needs never having occurred to him.

"I know that I'm not as curvaceous as Peggy, or even as skinny as Lisa," she said,
indicating that she had indeed known about last December, "but I think that, based on the
women you write about, I do have assets you might appreciate."

She paused, taking a few steps closer, turning as she did to give David an even better
view of her assets. A view that drew his total attention.

"I've never felt the need for a man in my life," Judith continued, "but that doesn’t mean
that I don't occasionally enjoy one in my bed. And if that was the only requirement, why
shouldn't he be young and handsome?"

David couldn't find fault with her logic. Also, in thinking about it, he knew she had been
right on the money in what she'd said about the women that truly interested him being reflected
in his writings. He'd never admitted it to anyone, but the women he fantasized about were
friends of his parents, teachers in his school, and even one or two of his friends' mothers.

"Judith, I think I should tell you something," David said, suddenly feeling awkward.

"You're not going to tell me that you've never done this before, are you?" Judith asked,
interpreting his hesitancy and expression as just that.

"Not exactly," he replied, going on to explain how he'd lost his virginity.

"Well, that's not very memorable," Judith said as she came up to only a foot away from
him, "but luckily for you, I've always been a firm believer in do-overs."

With that, she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.

-=-=-=-

Taking David by the hand, Judith led him from the living room to her bedroom. Like the
rest of the apartment, it was impeccably clean and stylishly decorated, light oak furniture and a
large, queen-sized bed against the rear wall. It was the bed, of course, that immediately drew his
interest, particularly since the bedspread had already been carefully pulled down.

"Shall we get you a little more comfortable?" Judith asked as she reached the side of
the bed and turned around.

David started to reach up to undo the buttons of his shirt, but Judith stopped him, placing
her hand on his.

"No, let me," she said, lowering his hands back to his side.

One by one, she undid the buttons of his dress shirt, until it hung free and she slid it
across his shoulders and down his back. It hadn't even hit the floor when she took hold of the
bottom of his undershirt and, with a quick upward motion, pulled it over his head.

There she paused, taking a moment to glance at his lightly haired chest. She placed
both of her hands on his chest, fingers outstretched, then ran them down across his chest and
stomach until they reached his belt.

It took but a few moments to undo his buckle, and even fewer the zipper beneath it. His
pants became loose enough for her to slip a hand inside, bringing it to rest against his
underpants and the growing member beneath the cotton material.

'How does that feel?" she whispered into his ear as she leaned forward.

"It feels very nice," David said in shortened breaths.

Judith continued to rub his cock, feeling it grow ever harder in her grasp. She smiled as
a soft moan spilled from his lips.

She played with his hardness for a bit longer, then sat him down on the edge of the bed,
sliding off his shoes and socks. His dress pants followed, casually tossed off to the side. Then,
clad only in his white briefs, she guided him back up to his feet.

"Now it's your turn," she smiled, inviting David to take off her clothing, such as it was.

David hesitated for a moment, then reached out and slid the thin strap down across her
left shoulder. Then he repeated it with the other, causing the translucent gown to slide off her
body and down to the hardwood floor.

David let out a loud breath at the sight of her naked body. The nightgown had left little
to the imagination, but it had still been a covering of sorts. Reflexively, he reached out with his
right hand to touch her, but then pulled his hand back once he realized what he was doing.

"David, you can touch any part of me that you want," Judith smiled as she reached out
and, taking his hand in hers, placed it on her left breast.

The nineteen year old let out an even louder breath as he felt the warmth and softness of
her flesh. He squeezed her breast gently, reveling in its suppleness as well as the hardness of
her nipple as the tip of his fingers brushed against it. Then, mirroring what she had done to him
little more than a minute before, he ran his hand down to below her waist and placed it against
the hairy mound between her legs.

'Oh my God,' David thought as he rubbed his fingers against it, 'she's already soaking
wet.'

"That feels good," Judith told him as she pressed her body harder against his hand,
inviting him to explore deeper within her.

David took her up on the invitation, slipping one and then two fingers inside of her. A
rush of excitement washed over his body, even as his hard cock strained against underpants that
suddenly seemed at least a size too small.

"Why don't we get you out of those before they begin to hurt?" Judith suggested.

After guiding his fingers out from between her legs, Judith slipped her own under the
waistband of his shorts and pulled them downward, causing his cock to spring up once freed of
the confining material.

"My, that is impressive," Judith smiled as she released his briefs and let them fall about
his ankles.

David took a second to look at himself as he stepped out of his underwear. He'd never
thought himself any bigger than the other guys he'd had furtive glances at in the showers back in
school, but then again, he'd never seen any other guy erect. Either way, he was glad Judith
seemed pleased.

"What do you say we get up on the bed?" Judith further suggested once he looked back
up at her.

Eager to comply, David climbed up onto the side of the bed. Judith followed right behind
him, sitting so close that her arm brushed against his. She kissed him again, this time reaching
out with her tongue and parting his lips so that her tip could meet his.

They kissed a second and third time, their hands caressing each other's skin. Judith
slipped one hand between his legs and closed her fingers around his cock, holding it tightly. An
act that sent ripples of delight racing across David's body. They continued to kiss even as she
tenderly stroked it back and forth, caressing the underside of his balls with the tips of her fingers.

Kissing him one last time, Judith eased David back onto the bed, bringing her body down
on top of his. She moved his hand to her breast, showing him how best to embrace it. Taking
the underside of her right breast, she lifted it to his mouth and gave soft suggestions on how best
to caress it with his mouth and tongue. David quickly took her instruction to heart and in no time
at all had Judith moaning in delight.

"Oh yes, just like that," Judith sighed. "Take your time, there's no need to rush."

Filled with an almost euphoric glee, David was quite content to take his time. He'd
always learned best by doing, and by the time he was ready to move on to her other mound, his
performance had already improved considerably.

"Now I want to show you the most important thing you can learn about pleasing a
woman," Judith said a good amount of time later, once she was sure David was ready to move
on to the next lesson.

She rolled onto her back and, once more taking his hand in hers, brought it down
between her legs. She showed him how exactly to rub the most sensitive parts of her body,
including just how much pressure to apply. As before, David followed her instructions to the
letter, committing it all to memory.

And again as before, she gave him all the time he wanted to practice this new skill,
guiding and encouraging him with soft and loud moans, the volume of each reflecting the
success of his efforts.

"I want you to kiss me," she said, adding a long moment later, "down there."

For the first time since they'd stepped into the bedroom, David hesitated. He knew that
Judith was talking about far more than just a kiss, and wasn't exactly sure how he felt about it.
On those rare occasions when he and his friends had discussed sex, most of it being theoretical,
one constant had been that going down on a woman really sounded pretty disgusting.

None of them could ever imagine themselves ever doing such a thing. On the other
hand, all of them thought it perfectly fine to expect a girl to do it for them – not that any of them
had experienced that yet either. With that in mind, David had brought it up with Dorothy just
before they'd moved to the basement couch.

"No way," he remembered her saying with a look of revulsion. "You can put it between
my legs, but no way is it going in my mouth."

Then again, as he considered the idea, his friends had been wrong about quite a number
of things. And he was sure that if Judith was asking him to do that to her, she would most
certainly return the favor later.

"David?" he heard her say, snapping him out of his musings. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled at her, moving downward on the bed as he did, until he was
between the long smooth legs she had opened even wider.

He watched in wonder as she brushed apart her pubic hair with her fingers. Aside from
pictures, he'd never seen a woman this close.

""It's okay if you don't want to try that." Judith unexpectedly said, misinterpreting his
hesitation.

"No, I do," David instantly replied, glancing up at her before again lowering his head and
moving closer to her pussy.

"Go ahead then," she whispered, gently placing her hand against the back of his head.
"Take your time."

David kissed her pussy softly, tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Then he kissed it a
second time, pressing his tongue far enough in to taste her.

'That's not so bad,' he thought as he ran his tongue up and down its length.

Judith used her fingers to part the folds of her sex, giving David even easier access to
the pink flesh within. He brought his mouth back up against her pussy and began to explore it in
depth.

"Oh yes, that's fine," Judith purred encouragingly. "Just a little softer, though."

David scaled back his effort just a bit, guided as before by the frequency and volume of
her passionate moans.

"You're doing just fine," she said a few minutes later. "Just press your tongue a little bit
deeper."

After another five minutes of effort, during which Judith showed him where and exactly
how to best caress her clitoris, David found himself wondering why he'd felt the least bit of
trepidation about this. Not only had his friends been wrong, they had been spectacularly so.

"Oooooo," Judith moaned long and loud, stretched back against the pillow near her
headboard. "Just keep going on like that, it feels so, so good."

David looked up just long enough see Judith with her eyes tightly closed and a broad
smile on her face. An image that made him want to redouble his efforts.

Back and forth his head moved, his lips and tongue driving hard and deep within her.
Judith's body quivered as tiny waves of joy trickled across it. He lost all sense of time, having no
idea how long he had been licking her pussy. Suddenly, he became aware that Judith was
thrashing back and forth with even greater intensity than before, the moans now coming so long
and frequently as to be continuous.

"Oooo…oooo…mmmm," she whimpered, until her body suddenly exploded, catching
him off guard as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face hard against her.

"Aaaaaaaaaa," she cried out, her body rocking for long seconds until she stopped and
fell back against the bed.

'Holy shit!' David thought as, once she released her hold, he pulled back just a bit. 'Did I
just make her cum?'

It was a question he repeated, this time verbally, when Judith finally opened her eyes a
very long minute later.

"Do you even have to ask that?" she replied in a breathless tone, just before again
dropping back and closing her eyes.

David couldn’t remember the last time he'd felt so proud. He laid there between her
legs, enjoying the warmth of her body, waiting until she again began to stir.

He lifted himself up and shifted position so that his cock, still surprisingly hard, would be
able to slide into the rich valley which his mouth had just withdrawn from. He got just about
halfway there when Judith stopped him.

"No, not yet," she smiled. "First it's my turn to make you feel really good."

Judith told him to lie on his back, climbing up into a half prone position next to him as he
did. Placing her outstretched hand again on the center of his chest, she ran her fingers
downward until, passing his waist, they again closed around his cock.

As she had done earlier, she stroked it a few times, restoring whatever rigidity might
have been lost while he had been going down on her. Then, in one quick motion, she swung her
body around and brought her head down between his legs, her mouth opening to take his
hardness inside without hesitation.

"Omigod!" David gasped loudly as he felt the wetness of her mouth engulf him.

He and his friends had all heard tales of blow jobs, and a few had even claimed to have
gotten one from some unspecified girl. In an instant, David decided that all of them had been
liars, because there was no way what they had described was anything like what he was now
feeling.

Judith lifted her head up and down, his cock sliding into her mouth, her tongue gliding
against his most responsive skin. The warmth and wetness of her mouth was the most amazing
thing he had ever felt, and that included Dorothy's pussy.

At one point, David worried that he might actually pass out; that was how good it felt.
The feel of Judith's mouth wrapped around his cock was heaven indeed, and with the vacuum-
like force she was exerting, he couldn't believe he hadn't exploded yet. But David was hardly the
first young man Judith had taken to her bed, and in the years since the very first one she had
become quite skilled in delaying their climax.

As her hands massaged his balls, they also applied gentle pressure to just the right spot
to compensate for his youthful lack of self-control. She would let David get just about to the
edge of orgasm, then bring him back from the precipice. Then she would start all over again.

David now had his eyes tightly closed, abandoning himself in the pleasure of Judith's
oral skills. He felt his cock slide deeper into her mouth, her passions increasing with each
repetition. For one brief moment, he considered the idea that this was even better than fucking,
but then told himself that with only one experience to go on, it was best not to make too hasty a
conclusion.

He opened his eyes and watched Judith's head bob down one more time. It felt so
incredibly good that all he could give in way of encouragement was a loud, pleased groan –
words were simply beyond him. It proved to be just enough to convince Judith that he had
waited long enough.

She abandoned any further effort to hold his climax in check and actually doubled her
efforts. By the time David realized this time was different, he barely had time to cry out a
warning.

"Oh God, I'm going to …" he managed to grunt in a barely intelligible voice.

The warning didn't seem to have any effect on Judith. In fact, it seemed to have an
opposite effect as she buried his cock as deep inside her mouth as it was possible to go.

A heartbeat later, David exploded with such vigor that anything that had come before it
seemed but the efforts of a child as compared to those of a man. It was only when his eruption
had finally subsided that he looked down and saw Judith's face covered with his whiteness.
Without realizing it, he had climaxed in her mouth.

"I tried to warn…" he started to apologize, only to be cut off by Judith's smile.

"I heard it," she said, running her tongue across her lips, wiping them clean, "but some
of us actually like it this way."

That, was another thing that neither David nor his friends had ever considered.

“That was fun, wasn‘t it?” Judith asked as she leaned down and kissed David’s now
shrinking cock.

“That was awesome,” David gushed. "Totally fucking awesome."

"But we do seem to have made a mess, haven't we?" Judith pointed out, indicating that
there seemed to be just as much sticky residue all over David's crotch as there was on her face.
"Let me get something to clean it up."

She disappeared into the adjacent bathroom, which David now realized had two doors.
He heard the water come on, then the sound of someone rinsing out their mouth. Then,
moments after the water shut off, Judith emerged with a wet wash cloth in hand, which she
proceeded to use to clean up the mess on and around his cock.

"There, clean as a whistle," Judith laughed as she dropped the now dirty cloth into the
empty waste basket by the bed, patting his semi-soft cock with her hand.

"I can get hard again," David promised as he looked down at his limp manhood.

"I have no doubt of that," Judith grinned. That was another reason why she preferred
younger men in her bed. "But like I said before, we have no reason to rush."

David was glad to hear that as a small part of him had begun to worry that the night's
adventure might now be over.

"In fact, why don’t you plan on spending the night?" Judith unexpectedly offered.

"Spend the night?" David repeated, wanting to be sure he heard that right.

"That is, if you would like to," Judith added.

"Oh yes, I most definitely would," he excitedly replied.

"Good," the older brunette simply said, then suggested that perhaps he might want to
call home so that no one worried when they didn’t find him home in bed come the morning.

Using the phone by the bed, David called his house, getting his father on the phone. In
the background, he could hear what he recognized as the elder Mr. Miller's favorite cop show,
Serpico. He said something about staying at a friend's house, one that they'd heard him mention
before but didn’t have an address or phone number for. His dad said something in reply, but
David did not find it easy paying attention – not with Judith sitting just a few feet away from him,
wiping her breast with one of her hands to get one last splattering of white that she had missed
earlier.

"All settled?" Judith asked as he hung up the phone.

"Yeah," David replied, hoping that was indeed what his dad had said.

"Good, because by the power invested in me by no one in particular, I now pronounce
you re-virginized," Judith laughed, waving her hand in a motion that reminded David of
something he'd once seen in Temple. "Now let's see what we can do about making sure that
condition doesn't last too long."

With that, she pulled David back down onto the bed, and then rolled him on top of her.
She reached down between his legs, and taking hold of his cock, was pleased to find it once
more rock hard.

"I want to feel you inside of me," she smiled – a smile that reflected on David's face.

"But I want you to go real slow," she added as she maneuvered him into position. "I
want to feel every inch of you as you move inside of me."

Holding onto his cock, David placed the head of it against Judith's pussy. Pressing
forward, he slipped it past the folds of her sex and, ever so slowly, pressed it deep inside of her.

"Oh yes," Judith moaned as she felt his hardness fill her, "just like that."

With infinite care, David moved his cock into her, until he had no more to give. Then,
just as slowly, he slid it back, then repeated the action, delighting in the warm embrace of her
wet flesh around his cock.

"Okay, now you can go a little faster," Judith said, kissing him as she ran her fingers
through his hair.

David began to pick up his pace, increasing the speed of his thrusts with each new
penetration. It didn’t take long to realize that fucking Judith was quite different than fucking
Dorothy. True, his classmate had been a virgin, with the tightness one might expect of such.
But that was more than offset by the fact that, throughout it all, the eighteen year old had just laid
there, waiting for it to all be over.

Judith, however, quickly got into the spirit of things, using her body to draw him into her,
adding her efforts, much to their mutual delight. It wasn't long before she was pulling him deeper
inside her, holding the cheeks of his ass and slamming his body against hers.

Normally, Judith liked to change positions a few times when she made love, but this
wasn't making love. This was simple, old-fashion fucking. Making love would come later, but
right now she just wanted to have an orgasm. A goal that David was more than happy to help
her reach.

A goal that didn't take long for her to reach, in fact, not long at all. Fired by the resiliency
of youth, and aided by the fact that she hadn’t been laid in months, Judith found herself at the
edge of the summit in record time, needed only one final thrust to send her hurtling over it. One
that David was all too eager to deliver.

"Yes, oh God, yes!" David heard her cry out as her body rocked with a powerful orgasm.

The orgasm that filled David with a sense of relief. Already past his limited self-control,
he could feel his own climax about to take hold. His body exploded even harder than before,
draining him of every last bit of energy until, finally, he collapsed on top of Judith totally
exhausted.

Judith wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. They had all night, and she was
in no rush to move.

In the end, it was a good thing that tomorrow was Saturday, because neither of them
would get much sleep that night. By her count, they had shared six orgasms between them by
the time dawn rolled around. Somewhere in between his second or third, she wasn't sure which,
Judith had convinced David to let her show a few of his best pieces to one of her publishing
friends. She knew she had taken advantage of him at his most vulnerable, but it was in his own
best interest. He could've done worse, she thought, having known women who had actually
managed marriage proposals in similar circumstances.

As he rested there in her arms, David decided that, in years to come, this would be the
memory he recalled when he thought of his first time. In a way he could had never imagined,
Judith had indeed opened his mind to new horizons.

END








   
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