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{ASSM} "Never Ugly, Darling" {Empath} (mf, 1st, rom) [1/2]

Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions of people
engaging in careless and unprotected sexual activity in it,
and shouldn't be accessed by minors. Kids? Try this stuff
and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS ward waiting
to die or in the maternity ward looking at your child
before you graduate. Don't rush into 'It' - it's not THAT
much fun, and certainly not worth the risks around nowadays
- I'm glad I'm married! :)

Copyright notice: I, the author of this tawdry pile of
maudlin feelings masquerading as smut, hold all rights of
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Author's Note: DAMN, the high school stuff was just
supposed to be a short flashback to explain the origin of
Al & Dani's relationship, not a story in itself!:) It's
"Chance" all over again - this is going to grow into a
multi-part story, I just know it! <sigh of mixed feelings>
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Never Ugly, Darling - part one

By Empath

Copyright, 2001

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"Come ON, Dani!" I stood beyond the finish line, screaming
my lungs out, trying to coax her further ahead. There
weren't any runners nearby, but the whole atmosphere was
infectious - other people were cheering her on, even other
triathletes who'd finished.

She looked up, and our eyes locked. I stared at Dani and
tried to will her across the finish - to give her some of
my energy. Even if nothing psychic happened, I remember
she broke into a smile after looking at me.

As she came across the line, only a little faster than a
jogging pace, I was there with a towel to catch her. I
held her hot body in my arms, trying not to hug her to me.
I held up the water, letting her take only a small sip. I
needn't have worried - she just swished it in her mouth and
spat the water and phlegm out.

An official came over and checked her number, telling me
the time she finished and her placement. Dani was a little
out of it. The man advised me to walk her around a little
to keep her from getting muscle cramps. I thanked him and
we meandered around the finish area.

It was a couple of minutes before she had the breath and
attention to speak. "I need more swimming practice," she
gasped.

"I thought you did okay." When she gestured for the water,
I let her have the bottle.

"Weren't you watching? I came out of the water LAST!"

"But only a few seconds behind the rest. You made up some
time in the changeover," I added, feeling no small amount
of pride for having her bike and things ready, "and you
stayed near the front of the big bunch of cyclists the
whole time."

"'Big bunch' - Listen to him. Al? I keep telling you,
it's called 'the pelethon.'" Her breathing was almost
normal, though her skin was still hot to the touch.

"Yeah-yeah. Fancy name for a bunch of idiots without
enough sense to use the wonders of technology old Nicky
Otto gave us." She punched me lightly, so I figured she
was rested enough to sit.

"Even so, I was more tired than I expected - swimming's by
far the hardest part of this thing."

"Of course, you're forcing your body through water, not
air. It's a denser medium."

"Al, there's times when I wonder whether I'm really talking
to a drama critic."

"Well, I love learning almost as much as I love you, and
it's 'Associate Editor' anyway."

"Not yet, they've still got to make their decision."

My calm facade began to crack, and I gave her a wide grin.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Bill called me on the cell phone
about ten minutes ago - it's official."

"What? That's GREAT!" Dani hugged me tight and tried to
bounce up and down in my arms. "I'm so happy for you."

"For us, love," I tweaked her cute little nose, then kissed
her.

"But why didn't you say something sooner?"

"You were a little busy with the endorphin-filled rush from
finishing your first triathlon. And getting back to the
more important subject, did you hear what the guy said
about your placement?"

She shook her head, and I tried not to grin. "You came in
thirteenth. Didn't you notice all the runners still coming
in?"

"THIRTEEN?!?" Dani went nuts, jumping up and down. I
swept her into my arms, lifted her up and spun us around as
she hollered her good fortune to the skies.

"Oh. My. God. There were forty entrants!"

"Three dropped out - one got a twisted ankle when she
started cycling, another dropped out with a bent wheel
after a spill and the third stopped and gave up during the
run."

"Jeez, I feel bad for them."

"You'll feel worse for the sixteen I had taken out by my
sniper." She gave me a playful shove.

"God, thirteen - that's...like, the top third!"

"Not bad for your first time, eh? Maybe you *don't* need
more practice in the pool?"

"You just don't want to swim yourself, Mr. Lazy!"

"Hey; I don't object to exercise, it's just the stench of
chlorine gets to me." I put an arm around her shoulders
and moved us in the direction of the car. "Come on, I'll
take you out to celebrate our twin accomplishments...after
you bathe!"

"Soon enough - I want to cheer on the rest of the runners."

I agreed and we walked back to the finish line, with me
reminded of how we hooked up.

* * * *

We met in high school because of a bet. No, not what you
think; she didn't play 'truth or dare' with her friends and
have to ask the 'drama geek' out. It was our sophomore
year, and I was part of that year's drama class production
of "A Midsummer Night's Dream."

I had the role of Oberon due to my physique - I'm not your
typical 'artsy' rail-thin guy; I am tall, but broad-
shouldered and fairly thick in the mid...All right, I've
always been somewhat overweight. No one ever comments on
my small paunch (not even Dani and she sees me naked), but
I got rave reviews for my senior-year portrayal of
Falstaff, and I've always made a convincing Santa at
Christmas time.

Anyway, the class was having trouble finding someone to
play Puck - none of the smaller people had the right energy
and impishness to do it, and the only guy who did have it
(no, not me) was still unconvincing. The drama teacher and
I were gathering up the props after one rehearsal when I
suggested we ask someone outside the drama class.

Mr. Wheatley looked at me with a sympathetic smile. "If
they had any interest in the dramatic arts, Al, they'd be
taking the course already."

"But maybe they just didn't have space in their schedule.
Or the time - other activities or a part-time job-"

"And those other concerns would just disappear if we asked
the person?" I must've looked very discouraged, because he
relented, saying "Tell you what - if you can convince
someone to fill Puck's pointy shoes, and he or she is even
a little better than Rick, I'll give them the part."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. I've still got a full teaching schedule of
Drama and English courses, not to mention this production
right now. YOU have some free time on your hands; go
recruiting."

"I suppose."

"Don't look so defeatist! Tell you what - you find us a
Puck, and I'll take another look at that play of yours you
came to me with last year."

That got me. Wheatley knew exactly what to do to motivate
his actors and used this on me. We shook on it, and I
marched out to go imp hunting.

* * * *

It was two weeks later, and I'd had no success. Only two
people I'd watched were likely candidates, and one
expressed interest but no time while the other just laughed
in my face. The enthusiasm had worn off my effort and I
was going around with a cloud over my head.

The afternoon in question, I was leaving another rehearsal
- we still had the Puck Problem. As I walked past the
school track on my way to the city bus stop, I heard
someone calling out and cheering. Looking over, I saw the
girls' track team practicing. Several girls were standing
beside the track, cheering on the runners...no, most of
them were just calling out to their teammates, encouraging
them to do better. One girl was *cheering*.

She was jumping around, her red ponytail bouncing in wild
patterns and threatening to break loose. Her voice cut
across the school grounds and had a compelling quality to
it. I found myself leaning on the low fence watching her.
One of the other girls noticed me and whispered to a
friend. I noticed their attentions, and - feeling bashful
- made to leave.

Then I remembered my search, and turned around. Resuming
my position at the fence, I watched the team make their
practice runs. After the team was done, everyone started
walking back to the school - to clean up, I imagine. I
approached the chipper focus of my attentions. "Excuse me,
may I speak with you for a moment?"

"You just did - want a full minute?" She was wiping her
face with a towel.

"Yes. Um, Al Burke," I started, offering her my hand. Her
shake was strong and enthusiastic. "Dani - Danielle
Green."

"I saw you supporting your teammates out there earlier -
you should be a cheerleader."

"Tried that last year, couldn't keep in line with the
others. Too independent, I guess."

"Yeah." I wondered how to actually ask her.

"Anything else beyond your compliments to my team spirit?"

Thanks, God. "Yes, actually. I'm in the sophomore drama
class and we're putting on a play soon. Hear anything
about it?"

"Oh, yeah - um...that Shakespeare one with everyone running
around in the forest in love with everyone else."

I laughed. "Yeah, 'Midsummer Night's Dream' - that's a
pretty good synopsis. Well, we're having trouble finding
someone for an important role. Puck - he's the instigator
of all the trouble, and something of a narrator."

"Uh-huh?"

"Well, he's a...a pixie or brownie, I think - a small fairy
creature, and one with an impish, prankish nature. Puck's
a character the audience has to like right off from the
start."

"So?"

"Well, we do have ONE person who can capture some of the
'lovable prankster' in his performance, but Rick's tall and
a little clumsy - it takes a lot to imagine him sneaking up
on anyone, let alone reconciling him with one's
preconceived notion of an elfin spirit."

"I'm sorry to hear it."

"Yeah, well...when I saw you jumping around cheering...I
wondered if you might be a good fit for Puck."

"Me? I'm a girl."

"So? There's a certain...*femininity* in the various fairy
characters; can't *imagine* why," I joked. "And actresses
have made their careers playing Peter Pan - a role not much
different, to be honest."

"Oh, like him? But I have no acting experience."

"And we do? It's a high-school production! You don't have
to be that good, really. Just enthusiastic, and you're
definitely that."

She giggled. "I suppose."

"So what do you say? I'll understand if you don't have the
time," I said, gesturing back at the track.

"Well, yeah..." then Dani seemed to change her mind. "No,
I'm not that busy, and it sounds like fun - sure!"

I was overjoyed for plenty of reasons: the production had a
decent Puck, I'd get some help from Wheatley with my play,
and - I suddenly realized - I was going to be around this
cute girl for a fair chunk of time. Because of all this, I
didn't even think as I hugged her impulsively. To my
credit it was just a short, friendly 'thank you,' but we
both felt a little uncomfortable afterwards.

"Yeah," I said, fulfilling the teenage stereotype of
confidence and glibness. "Well, we should probably talk
tomorrow - I've got a bus to catch soon."

"Yeah. When should we?"

"Do you have any free periods tomorrow?"

"Not until lunch - early slot."

"Me too; I guess we meet then and try a few things out?"

"Okay, then. I'll see you tomorrow at early lunch - Al, is
it?"

"Yes..." I drew a blank for her name. "Oh, I'm so sorry-"

"Danielle - Dani." She smiled at my forgetfulness.

"Thanks," I replied. "Tomorrow. See ya!" I realized how
late it was, and dashed to catch my bus.

* * * *

Dani made the audition with ease - she LOVED the part when
I gave her a copy of the play, and her enthusiasm more than
made up for any lack of acting experience.

With the benefit of hindsight, it looks as if we were fated
to fall for each other. Oberon and Puck have a lot of
scenes together - the latter is the former's henchman,
after all - and Wheatley asked us to practice together on
our own time, to help Dani polish her performance.

As a result, we spent a lot of time together. Most
afternoons we'd help one another with our homework so we
could get some rehearsal in - my parents were glad for the
improvement in my math and science grades. I'd go with her
to track meets to cheer her on and talk a little about the
acting craft. And once a week we'd get together with some
drama friends to rent a video to critique the performances.

It was one such evening that someone outside my point-of-
view shed light on what was happening to us. I was getting
popcorn and soda ready for the gang, when the doorbell
rang. My mother called out that it was Rick. I greeted
him and showed him into the den. Rick had no malice for
Dani 'stealing' his role - he was settling in to an
admirable Lysander...if he could stop tripping over the
set.

I noticed he almost sat in one chair before moving to the
couch. I asked him "What's wrong with the recliner?"

"Oh, that's yours and Dani's seat."

"What?"

"You always sit there when we're at your place, and Dani
always curls up on your lap."

I was nonplussed. Rick just nodded at me, grinning. I
thought about it as I brought out the snacks and drinks,
and didn't talk much at all that night. Dani hugged me
when she showed up - another thing I hadn't noticed - and
no one took the recliner, even though I contrived to remain
standing. Danielle was waiting too...

Convinced, I sat back in dad's recliner. My apparent
girlfriend settled herself on top of me just how Rick
described, and I noticed a couple of the kids look
knowingly at us.

I did nothing more than think about this for something more
than a week. Well, "worry" would be a better word to
describe it; "stew in my own juices" would be a nice
descriptive phrase, even. When Dani met me after classes
one day to walk back to her place for our study session,
she had an odd look on her face. We went to her locker and
walked out of the school.

We made it five of the six blocks to her parents' house.
The small talk had run out, and Dani tilted her head and
said, "I filled out my chemistry notebook today."

"Mm-hmm?"

"When I was writing on the cover of my new one, I did
something rather strange."

Being the typical guy, I just looked at her with vague
interest.

"For 'Name:' I accidentally wrote 'Danielle Burke.'"

You couldn't hear a shuttle launch for the pounding of my
heart. I swallowed, and tried to keep calm. "You don't
say?"

"That got me thinking...about us."

"And?" Teenagers can be some of the most evasive speakers
when trying to find out how someone feels about them
without reciprocating - we should recruit our negotiators
and diplomats from them!

"Well...we've been spending a lot of time together..."

"Yeah; this play and stuff." I was only listening with
half an ear - I could see that we were stuck: neither of us
could say one way or the other how they felt for fear of
one of us being hurt and the other feeling sorry if the
feelings weren't mutual. My brain raced for some way of
giving us an 'out' - this 'wait and see' deadlock wasn't
much fun, either.

"And, well..." Dani was stumbling over her words; she was
just as uncertain as I was - hopefully for the same reason.

And it came to me: "And if you don't feel for me as much
as I feel for you, it's okay - I won't be hurt." THERE; I
managed to tell her how I felt *and* relieved her of any
guilt if she didn't...

I finally got up the courage to look at her, and realized
she'd stopped several paces back, with a look of awe and
pleasant surprise on her face. I stepped over to her as
she said, "No, no...don't worry about THAT, Al. I was just
worried-"

I hugged her to me, greatly relieved. "Oh, Dani, it's such
a load off my chest to know that you..." We still couldn't
put a name on it.

"What do you mean?" She squirmed in my embrace to look me
in the eye. "How long have you known that you - I - we?"

"Only a couple of days, but yeah, I knew. Rick wouldn't
sit in 'our chair.'" Her expression must have been just
like mine when I was confronted with this evidence. "You
know, whenever a bunch of us get together informally, you
always curl up on my lap?"

I could see why Rick smiled like he did - it is a nice
thing to watch someone slowly realize they had fallen in
love. She hugged me and looked up into my face. I pulled
her up and stooped slightly. And we kissed for the first
time.

It was soft, gentle and caring. Our lips brushed
tentatively, and pressed slowly together. Our eyes were
closed. We didn't do anything wild - we just shared
contact with one another. For quite a while.

Eventually she slipped in my arms, and Mother Nature
reminded us to breathe. I let her down, and we walked on
to the Green residence, holding hands. "So now what?" I
asked.

"What do you want to do? Date? Keep it like we have with
studying and rehearsing together? To be honest, I hope we
don't break up - the drama crowd are technically your
friends, but I like them a lot!"

I smiled at that. "Don't worry, honey. I'm looking forward
to marrying you." That made her jaw drop. "Just remember:
I'm taking your name - I've always wanted to be 'Al
Green!'"

We laughed, and made our way on to her family's residence,
holding hands.

* * * *

Apparently *everyone* knew for at least a couple of weeks;
Mr. Wheatley just made the comment "Good for you two, just
try to keep it out of your performances; Shakespeare's hard
enough to follow without the added confusion of two
supposedly male characters looking longingly at each
other!"

Things were actually a little more relaxed - Dani's acting
was as good as anyone's, and her enthusiasm rubbed off on
everyone else; as the night of the play approached, we were
feeling less nervous, not more.

Our feelings were justified - the play went off without a
hitch. Well, okay - 'Lysander' nudged a tree during one of
his entrances, and someone paused a few seconds before an
important speech because he was busy staring at Puck. (I
plead guilty as charged, your honor!) But no one seemed to
notice, even when we all talked at the cast party, so I
didn't worry.

We were at Mr. Wheatley's place - his wife was plying us
with an amazing assortment of food, and most of our parents
were present, too. Even so, there were plenty of good
feelings at a job well done. After a while, Dani cornered
me coming out of the bathroom. She still had a little
green makeup on her cheeks, and the effect combined with
her jubilant mood was almost as impish as the full costume.

"I want to talk with you, Lord Oberon." She grabbed me by
the shirttails and led me to a quiet stairway. We sat on
the steps and kissed. "Al, we've been going together for
more than a month now, and...well..." Uh-oh.

I tensed my shoulders and got it out. "And now that the
play's over, and our big reason to be together is gone, you
want to see other people?"

"NO! Oh, no." She hugged me as I sagged in relief.
"Never that, darling. I...I *love* you." I hugged her a
little closer at that comment. "And I know you love me.
And...I was wondering...if you..." She began to founder
some, nervous about this new topic of hers. I wanted to
help her, but I hadn't a clue where she was going.

"Well...I mean you haven't...though I don't think you don't
want to...but maybe I'm not the..." She took a deep breath
and set her shoulders.

"MaybeI'mnotthesortofgirlyouwanttomakeloveto, THERE! I
said it!"

Forget a feather - an errant dust mote would have felled
me! My girlfriend, and my first real one - I'd had no more
than two dates with the same girl before Dani, was
confronting me about sex! Damn, this was forward - or was
it? Was she being slutty or was I moving slowly?

I quickly pushed through this unsolvable conundrum, and
reassured her, with my usual suave approach: "No! Oh, no
Dani. I like you - love you - and I think you're
beautiful, cute, even...sexy." I could have added that I
jacked off in bed thinking about her almost every night,
but I was at a loss how to tastefully convey this
information.

"Then why...?"

Now it was my turn to begin a horde of sentences and finish
none. "I dunno...I didn't think...I mean, there's no
timetable - is there?"

"Yes, but don't you want to?"

Hell, yes. "Uh...well...yes, but...I didn't know how...I
didn't think..." A thought poked its way into my mind.
"Uh. Do *you*...?"

She shrugged. "Well, I...yeah, kinda." KINDA? She
'kinda' wanted to have sex? How do you 'kinda' have sex,
and why was I nit-picking?!?

"Oh. Okay. I'm sorry, I didn't know you-"

"Well, I didn't really say anything."

"No, no. That's right."

"Yes."

"Yes. So."

"There we are then."

"Yes." Man, we were terse! We seemed so relieved at
having worked out mutual consent to this act, I barely had
the energy to *think* about actually doing it.

"So, shall we?" She looked at me with a mix of nerves and
expectation.

"What, NOW? Here?"

She giggled for a moment, and that relaxed us both a
little. "No! I meant we...go back to...my place..." Her
halting invitation wasn't exactly Mae West, but she had me
hooked.

Her house, with her parents there? Then I remembered that
the Greens were busy celebrating their wedding anniversary
- they barely had time to congratulate their daughter
before dashing off to a posh hotel for the weekend. Dani's
present for them was to clean the house top to bottom, and
she'd wisely recruited some friends to help on Saturday - I
was one of the helpers, of course.

"Yeah. I guess." We stood, and I remembered myself. "Oh,
what am I gonna say to my folks? They're HERE, and
expecting to drive me home after all this?"

She chewed her lip, and frowned for a moment. "You could
say you wanted to help me get started on cleaning up early.
You'd sleep over?" She shrugged, and looked hopefully at
me.

"Well, it's a little weak, but it sounds plausible. Give
me a few moments to run it past them."

"Good luck," Dani said and kissed me.

* * * *

My dad was easier to find - he was boomingly retelling one
of his many golf stories. I rescued the Wheatleys by
asking to speak with him a moment.

"Yes, my boy?" He had an arm around my shoulders.

"Uh, dad - you know how I'm going over to Dani's tomorrow
to help her clean up for her folks?"

"Yeah."

"I..." C'mon, Albert - have some guts; this is for Dani as
much as for you. "I was wondering, maybe it'd be simpler
if I just went with Dani to her place tonight and we got
started early?"

"And then have us pick you up?"

"Oh, no - I'd sleep over." I looked at him, and his eyes
pierced right into my soul - he knew! My face burned.

"Ah. Get vacuuming nice and early." I clenched my jaw as
a rather nasty image slunk into my thoughts at that choice
of words. "A quick once-over to work things out. Maybe
get a plan together?" He wasn't totally unmerciful, I
guess.

"Yes! That's it - we've got friends coming over Saturday,
and we'll have to spend tonight working out who'll do
what." I saw the corner of his mouth creep up at my
comment, and it invoked more improper thoughts.

"Okay, then. Sounds like a good idea."

"Thanks, dad."

"Not at all, son - you're a big guy now; I can trust you."
He winked, making me blush.

I started to walk back to the stairs and tell Dani, when he
stopped me. "Al - just thought of something; you're not
going to clean in those clothes?" I was wearing a new
dress shirt and some nice slacks for the party. My heart
sank.

"Tell you what; I'll drop your mother, grab some sweats
from your room, and then take the two of you to her place.
Sound good? You'll be able to get started on the cleaning
tonight, if you want." He even tapped the side of his
nose, embarrassing me beyond death.

"Uh, okay...I guess."

"Right then, you go talk to Dani, and I'll bundle mom home.
Give you time to make your good-byes and get one last round
of applause for your performances!" I thanked him, and
went to the stairs.

She was sitting where I left her, twisting her hands. She
looked up at me hopefully when I arrived. "So?"

"All clear. I think my dad suspects," I added wretchedly,
"but he seems okay about it. He'll give us a lift in a
bit."

"Oh." She seemed as uncertain about this turn of events as
I was. I sat next to her. We hugged some more, leaning on
each other for courage.

"Well, we'd better get up and mingle a bit before we leave
- everyone will want to give you more kudos at your
masterful performance."

"Stop! You're making me blush - I wasn't that good."

I slipped behind her and wrapped her in my arms. "You were,
hon. Did you miss a line? Were you nervous, or trying to
force the performance?"

"Well, no."

"Did you have fun up there? Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes. I did - it was fun."

"That proves it; you had a great performance. If you enjoy
yourself in a 'fun' role like that, it gets across to the
audience. And I think the extra round of applause for you
shows that, as well."

"I suppose, but I think it was the role - a fun one, like
you said. I've looked over your copy of *Macbeth* and I
don't think I could play Lady Macbeth very well at all."

"Okay, no tragic roles or villainesses, then. If there's a
playful character that a young woman could play, though?"

"Alright, maybe in that case. C'mon." And we went to say
our good-byes.

* * * *

It was stuffy as hell in the back of the car. Maybe Dani
had forgotten that my father knew what we were going to do
- she squeezed my hand and smiled at me often enough - I
certainly hadn't. I could feel dad's knowing glance boring
into me from through the mirror. And he winked at me far
too often for my own comfort.

It wasn't long before the ride was at an end, and we got
out quickly, though not hastily.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Burke!"

"No problem, Danielle. Good performance tonight, too!" I
wondered whether he meant the play, or...

"Al."

"Yeah, dad?"

"Don't forget your work clothes for tomorrow." I let Dani
go on ahead to unlock, and stepped up to the open car
window. After I took the bundle, my father checked to make
sure my girlfriend wasn't looking, and pushed something
into my hand. A condom.

"Uh, I - dad...uh"

"Responsibilities too, son." He reached out and put a hand
on my shoulder. "Albert, look at me. There's nothing to
be ashamed of here. Danielle's pretty and friendly, and
the two of you..." He shrugged. "And you'll do fine. I
know you're nervous - we all are at the start. Just
remember that you're supposed to have fun." He took a
moment to frown at nothing in particular. "You *do* know
what to do? I mean-"

"Oh yeah! I - well..." I didn't know how to tell my father
that I'd 'read up on the subject'...quite extensively, to
be honest.

"Good. Well, have fun - oh, and try to make sure she does,
too. Okay, Al?"

"'Kay, dad."

"Right. Goodnight, Danielle!" he called as he waved and
pulled away from the curb. She was standing in the lit
doorway, waiting for me. I quickly stuffed the object in
my hand into a pocket, and made my way up the walk to her.
She just hugged me, rested her head on my chest and sighed
contentedly. I stroked her hair with my free hand, then
craned down to kiss her head.

"C'mon in, Al."

We walked to the stairs before I realized. "Oh. You mean
now?"

"Don't you want to?"

It took a couple of seconds to get my voice to work.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." I nudged Dani over to the railing and
gave her a serious kiss - open mouth and a fair bit of
suction. I dropped my clothes to support my body as we
continued to kiss.

We parted and I looked into her smiling face, her eyes
aglow and her cheeks flushed yet still looking just a
little green. The moment overtook me, and I swept her up
in my arms, one hand under her knees, the other behind her
shoulders. She squealed but linked her hands behind my
neck.

I carefully got us up the stairs, and was stumped - I'd
never seen her room; where did I go now?

Dani grinned at my indecision, and said "On the right,
there." I carried her to the door - thankfully left ajar -
pushed it open with a knee, and entered my girlfriend's
bedroom. I immediately crossed to the bed and lay her on
it gently, if head-to-toe. Then I took a moment to examine
the room.

'Fairly normal looking room,' I thought. 'No flood of pink
frilly things, at least.' The walls were white, and the
furniture was 'natural wood.' A poster of a rock star was
on one wall - I made a note to find out if there were any
gaps in her collection. Some still-life prints that were
probably here before the Greens moved in. A chest of
drawers with a bookshelf on top. Desk with a computer,
phone and some schoolbooks. A vanity with a couple ribbons
and medals hanging from the top of the mirror...and my
freshman yearbook picture stuck to the side.

I turned, finding Dani lying on her belly looking at me. I
knelt before her, a big grin threatening to split my
cheeks. "It's nice." I noticed something green peeking at
me from behind her. "What's that?"

"Huh?" She rolled to look back. "Oh. That, er..." Even
without seeing her face, I could tell she was blushing. I
quickly grabbed what turned out to be a largish alligator
stuffed toy. I felt something rough on its belly and
turned it over to see.

In large red letters, rough hand-stitches spelt out "AL".

I looked at Dani questioningly, only to have her look
bashful and shrug. "I hug him to me when I feel lonely.
I've had him since I was little, but he's only had name for
a few weeks."

"That's sweet." For some reason, I felt the need to fight
back tears. I decided to distract any witnesses, and
kissed the only other person in the room.

"Ohhhhh, I love you." She slid over to the wall, making
room for me to lie alongside her. I had to bend my legs
back at the knees to fit on the bed. She stroked my cheek
and ran her hand up and down my arm. "But now I've got
something better to hug than a stuffed alligator." And we
cuddled for a while, her breath warming the hollow of my
neck.

That embrace lasted for a while, neither of us particularly
inclined to move. I myself was in heaven; this sweet young
woman in my arms, loving me and being loved. Eventually,
one of us remembered why we were there.

"Al? You still awake?" I felt the voice vibrating on my
skin as much as heard it. "Uh-huh."

"Are you *sure* want to do this? I don't want to sound
mean, but you seem a little hesitant."

"Um. Well, sure - I'm a guy. But if you're having second
thoughts-"

She scooted back and propped her head on one arm. "Oh, no.
It's just...well, you're not raring to go or anything."

"Well, I figured to be nice for you - let you set the

pace."

She grinned, and clapped her hands. "Well, HELL - get
those clothes off NOW, slave!" We laughed and sat up. She
slid behind me, and began to unbutton my shirt.

I never knew undressing could be so much fun! Her hands
ran over the new skin that each freed button revealed.
Once it was unfastened, she eased my arms back, loosed my
cuffs, and eased...no...slipped...no, MASSAGED the shirt
off of me. I was breathing a little heavy, but stopped
suddenly when I felt Dani nibble at the back of my neck.
I spun around to help her with her clothes, but she stopped
me. "No, 'slave' - we finish you first. Then you get to
unwrap your present. Now lie on the bed like a good little
boy."

I did as requested, my feet dangling off the end. This
helped her get my feet unshod. She slipped the loafers off
with ease, and lifted each leg in turn as she pulled my
socks down and off, kissing each foot's instep as it was
exposed. When she waved a hand in front of her face and
made as if she was dizzy, I clapped a hand to my mouth and
stifled my laughs.

Then she dropped her act and slunk up onto the bed, between
my legs. Her eyes were afire, her lips pulled into a
wicked grin. She dropped her face to my crotch - to my
amazement - and then began chewing at my belt. Stopping
her futile effort, she shifted to rest her forearms on my
hips and fiddled with the buckle, pulling the end loose.
With a length of leather in her hand, her eyes blazed
differently for a second and then she licked at the end of
my belt! My jaw would have fallen off if it wasn't already
pressed to my chest to look down at her. She played with
it a little more then pressed her face to my belly and
burst into a fit of giggles.

As she calmed down, she looked up and said "You should have
seen yourself - you looked just like a deer caught in the
headlights!"

My scrambled mind struggled for a witty comeback. "What do
you expect - my girlfriend is apparently more interested in
my clothes than me!" We laughed for a moment, and she
resumed undressing me.

I obligingly lifted my hips to let her slide my pants down
and off. The bulge in my boxers was readily apparent. She
looked at it, then looked at me. Her expression went from
one of awe to one of concern, seeing my bashfulness. "Al,
don't be ashamed about it - it's perfectly natural...and a
*little* necessary for what we're about to do!" She
managed to get a smirk out of me.

She placed her hand flat on my crotch, pressing lightly
against my erection. It bounced back when she took her
hand away. She worked her fingers under the sides of the
waistband, and leaned back as if she was about to cut the
red wire on a bomb. I snorted, and nodded in reply to her
inquiring glance. When I lifted my hips, she whipped my
underwear off.

We were both awestruck. It sprang up, slapped against my
stomach, then swayed slightly before coming to rest
pointing straight up. I could swear that it was just
slightly longer than usual, but then this was the first
time someone else had seen my erect cock...

"Well...I'd say he's ready," Dani announced in a slightly
breathless tone. She ran a hand up my length, gently
squeezing below the head, feeling its hardness. I moaned
softly and bunched the blankets in my hands, restraining my
urge to release.

At this, she blinked and looked up at me, smiling. "Well,
I guess it's your turn...or would you call it *my* turn?"

I smiled back, and pulled her up alongside me, planting
another heavy kiss on her. Sliding back to give her room
to lie flat, I stroked her arms and back. As she spread
out on the bed, I propped myself above her, my knees
between her legs, my hands beside her head. I sat back on
my feet, giving myself a chance to touch my sweetheart
again.

For a moment, I heard my father saying "have fun...and make
sure she does, too." Rather than frantically strip her, I
took my time, massaging Dani wherever I exposed her body.
I rubbed her belly, slipping my hands over and under the
bottom of her sweater. She bridged her back, allowing me
to work the top up, exposing her abdomen. This stretch of
skin was stroked and kissed, making Dani close her eyes and
smile contentedly. My hands caressed higher and higher,
pushing her sweater up a little more each time. Soon my
fingers felt different material - smoother but not as soft.
Oh, damn - the bra. Lifting her sweater up more, I checked
the strap between the cups - no, no front clasp; oh well.
I slipped my hands under Dani's back and lifted her up to a
sitting position, resting against my chest. I felt her
lips pucker against my breastbone.

She raised her arms and I held the cuffs of her sweater,
allowing her to pull out of the sleeves. Then I placed her
hands holding my back just below my shoulders and let her
lean back, suspended above the bed. I pulled the collar
forward, lifted it clear of her face, and got the sweater
over her head. Kissing her forehead, I slipped the garment
down her long russet tresses, taking the opportunity to
stroke her hair as I did.

My hands came back down behind her and pulled her up to
rest against me again. I felt the delicate shell of one
ear brush my nipple, and her soft breath move the air over
my chest. I reached to the center of her back, trying to
visualize this problem. 'Hooks and elastic - that's the
trick to it; release the tension from the elastic so I can
unhook the hooks...now how do I do that to stretch two
straps and disconnect them with only two hands?'

It turned out to be easier than I thought - my smaller
fingers held each strap against the heels of my hands,
while I had two thumbs and a few fingers to release the
clasps. As Dani began to speak, "Al, do you want me to-"
we both felt the bra loosen around her chest.
She looked at me with pleased surprise. "Oh. I
figured..."

I gave her a smug air of modesty and shrugged. "They say
boys are better at spatial-perception tests. Here's some
proof." I kissed her as we lay down again. She raised her
arms and I slipped the bra up and off of her body. And I
beheld her breasts.

Perfect. About the size of grapefruit halves, pert and
firm, they stood as straight as my erection. Each milky
white mound was topped with a 'little pink sombrero' - her
nipples were just smaller than my pinky fingertips and
surrounded by circles of pink flesh about as big across as
golf balls.

I looked at them intently; grazing my fingers over the
sides, breathing on them and watching the nipples stiffen a
little, stroking the edges of the pink and feeling the
wrinkled flesh.

"Al? Are you okay?"

"Hmmm?" I looked up, and Dani had a curious expression.

"Have...Al, have you been with a woman before?"

"Uh, well...why do you ask?"

"I can see my clock from here, and you've been looking at
my breasts for nine minutes."

I blushed. "Well, yeah. I'm a virgin." It hurt a little
to admit this, but it also felt better to get it off my
chest.

"Okay, then." She acted as if it was nothing important.
"I'll just have to be open about what I want, will I?"
Her brusque manner threw me into a tailspin. "So...you're
not...you've..."

She smiled and stroked my cheek. "Just twice, Al, and it
was the same guy. This summer at camp - he and I met at a
dance and we snuck out into the woods before the dance was
over. His camp was just across the lake from ours, and we
met again after lights out."

"So you're a real veteran at this?"

I made her laugh, relaxing us both. "Hardly! You don't
have to worry about taking my cherry, at least. I've
actually done IT, but apart from that we didn't do much
more than neck - didn't have a lot of time."

I sat back on my feet again, surprised at our openness.
"Well, I guess I'd better finish getting you undressed?"

"It *would* be nice." I bent down and kissed her belly,
making her giggle.

Her skirt was quickly unfastened and worked off of her
body. Somewhere between the front door and the bedroom,
Dani had slipped off her shoes, so I merely had to remove
her underwear. Yep. Any second now. I'd ease these white
cotton panties down and...

Dani cleared her throat.

Snapped back to reality, I took a second to collect myself
then started stroking her legs. I lifted one knee under my
bent arm and massaged the firm muscles in her thigh. My
charge sighed deeply and let her head loll back on the
pillow.

I moved my hands in circles, creeping ever closer to the
junction of her legs. As my fingertips reached the hem of
her panties, I shifted my attentions to the waistband; I
stroked a finger under the elastic, smoothing the creased
skin.

I used the same tactic on her panties as I'd used on her
sweater - deceptively pleasant infiltration. Soon I had
them slid down about an inch and was rubbing the flesh just
above...

A giggle warned me that the taut skin over her hips was
ticklish, and I mumbled an apology. I nudged her panties
down a little more, and she lifted her butt to allow me to
take them off completely.

As I moved her underwear down her legs, my face had to fall
forward near...it. I first noticed a faint musky smell,
presumably 'the evidence of her excitement' that I'd read
about in those magazines I secreted in my room. Then I
looked upon her.

Her hair was short and sparse there, a little lighter than
the deep auburn of her head. Combined with her skin tone,
it made her mound look pink. I leaned down and gave her a
kiss at the top of her patch of hair. Dani moaned and
shifted her legs.

I paused to get her panties clear, then returned my
attentions to her nether regions. I was kneeling at the
foot of the bed, leaning forward so my head and chest was
between her legs. I stroked her pubic hair, feeling the
soft yet sharp hair. A thought occurred to me. "Did you
trim this recently?"

"Uh-huh."

"For me?"

"Yes." I looked up at Dani's face. She was smiling, her
face flushed. I couldn't resist; I climbed onto the bed
and kissed her.

"Thank you." I hugged her to me, squeezing her just enough
to let my affection and gratitude be known. She pushed
slightly, and we rolled until I was propped against the
wall, almost lying on my back with Dani almost on her belly
and sort of half-lying on me. It was nice.

I felt her sigh and she said "This...I like just being with
you...maybe we don't actually have to do it."

"Okay by me - like you said, this is wonderful just like
this. Maybe we should *really* 'sleep together' first?"

I felt the lips on my collarbone purse into a smile. "No,
we should get this *chore* out of the way - you've never
done it." Dani raised herself to look me in the eye and
licked her lips. "And I've never deflowered a guy before."

I got up; both to give her room to spread out and to go
retrieve that condom dad had given me. As I bent over to
rifle through my pants, I felt a foot stroke my rear end.

I returned with the foil wrapper in my hand. "Oh. Just
one?" she said in a mock-innocent tone.

I frowned for a second and wondered about the logistics.

"Ah. I guess dad didn't want us to have TOO much fun?" We
actually laughed, and I didn't feel nearly as embarrassed
as I thought I would.

I sat down, my erection poking up from my lap. I fumbled
with the wrapped condom for a second, then grabbed a corner
and tore open the packet.

The latex slipped around in my hand a little, and I looked
at it for a moment before getting to work. I eased it over
my head, and began to fiddle with the rolled section of
prophylactic. It was sticky, though, and I fought a little
to get it to unroll-

And I tore it. I felt the rubber on one side of
the...rubber, part and my heart sank. I hoped against
hope, but looking at it confirmed my fears - there was a
clean rip about an inch long in one side of the condom. My
shoulders hunched defeatedly and I felt wretched.

Dani must have been wondering what was taking me so long;
she sat up and asked "What is it, lover? Oh, you
didn't...uh, get off already?"

"No, but it's just as bad." I slipped the condom off of my
prick, held it up for her to see, and pushed a finger
through the new hole in it. "I'm sorry, Dani - I didn't
know how fragile these things are - I didn't mean to screw
this up - I'm sorry!"

She shifted over and hugged me around the waist, resting
her head against my side. "Al! It's okay, all right?
Don't worry about it! Come on, honey, give me a smile."

"But I only had-"

"Albert Burke; who's been tutoring YOU for biology?"

I turned and looked at her. "You."

She gave me a confident yet sympathetic smile. "And do you
think I'd let the matter of birth control rest with a guy
who *still* can't tell the difference between cellular
mitosis and meiosis?" She got up, and I watched this naked
girl walk proudly over to her desk, open a drawer, and pick
up a box of condoms. "Now you'd better appreciate this -
the money was no concern but it was embarrassing as hell to
face the checkout lady; she gave me some really harsh
stares! But I figured we might need several - I...well,
Jeff - the guy from camp - always took care of that, and it
was dark."

I was almost in tears, at first shame from my own
ineptitude, and then gratitude and relief that my
girlfriend was as thoughtful and resourceful as she was. I
got up and gave her a bearhug of thanks.

"You're welcome, lover. And don't feel bad; there's only
five left in here - I was curious, and opened one to find
out. I did just the same thing - hell, I nearly split the
thing in half!"

"Thank you, darling. You're so...thoughtful and well-
prepared."

"Yeah, I *was* a girl scout, too. Oh! I still have the
uniform, and probably fit in it! Maybe later, 'Mr.
Camper?'" We laughed and sat on the bed.

This time Danielle tried encasing my erect cock in rubber.
She didn't damage the thing (or MY thing, thank god), but
her hands were just so stimulating...I gasped and shot off
before she got the condom halfway down my shaft. She
started and took her hands away, surprised at this turn of
events. The tip filled with white fluid, and then my cum
started slipping down the sides to ooze out from under the
rubber - at least it didn't come off.

I was feeling bad again, but at least I had the afterglow
of an orgasm to mitigate my shame. "Sorry, I just...your
hands are really...well, sorry."

Dani was awestruck. I worried for a second and then
realized this was the first time she'd ever seen a guy
come. She collected her thoughts, and looked at me with a
lopsided smile. "I guess I should be complimented - I'm
that much of a turn-on for you?"

"Obviously. And they always say we young studs can 'bounce
back' quickly, so maybe it's not such a problem?" I leaned
over and we kissed. I stopped when I felt something wet in
my crotch hair. "Uh...could you get a rag, or an old towel
or something?" Dani frowned for a moment then her eyes
opened wide and she looked down at my groin. "Be right
back!" she called and dashed out of the room.

She was right back, with a small torn swatch of what
appeared to be flower-patterned linen. "Mom's rag bag -
old sheets, worn-out clothes, towels and all that get cut
up into rags; clean yourself up with this and we can throw
it away afterwards - she's got plenty." I removed the
condom and dried myself off, surprised at my wish to thank
Mrs. Green for HER resourcefulness.

We got back in bed, pulling the quilt over our naked bodies
- Dani was beginning to shiver a little. We cuddled
together and shifted to a spoon position, my arms coming
forward to embrace her, my hands resting on her belly.

"Mmmm...if this feels so nice, I wonder if I could bear
actually making love to you." I was endlessly flattered by
her compliment, but I agreed - Dani felt so nice in my
arms, pressed to my body, I almost didn't want to stop to
do anything else.

Well, I did say almost. I stroked one hand up over her
chest to cup a breast, while the fingertips of my other
hand grazed the top of her nether patch of hair. "Oh,
what're you doing, love?"

"My duty - you got me off, so I'm repaying the favor." I
kissed the top of her head as I massaged that breast.

She moaned slightly, then said "I thought you never-"

"I have...well, I've read up on this in great detail, and
been dying for the chance to put all this theory into
practice."

"Oh. Ohhhh, well. Since I've been tutoring you with other
things, I guess...you can go right ahead and try some
things out." Dani sighed and made some pleasurable noises
as I fondled her breast, and crept my other hand between
her legs.

I put my lips to her ear, and asked her in a heavy, panting
voice. "Dani, darling. You've played with yourself
before, haven't you?" She whimpered and nodded. "Good.
Well, I might need you to tell me what you prefer - in my
studies I've come across some vastly different techniques.
I can only imagine that different women respond to
different things. You *do* want me to do all I can for
you, don't you?" Another emotional nod. "Good, I love you
so much, and I want you to be happy, sweet."

I began, moving both hands up to play with her tits. "Do
you fondle your breasts, Dani? Do you want me to feel
them, stroke them, pinch the nipples, hon?" Her reply was
definitely affirmative, though somewhat indistinct.
I was complimented by finding her nipples were large and
erect, almost as hard as little fingertips pushing back
against my hands. I squeezed each briefly but sharply,
making her yelp. Then I became gentle, grazing my fingers
over her mounds, tracing their edges, shaping their curves,
and teasing those swollen tips. I spread my hands to
encompass Dani's breasts, pressing my fingers into her soft
yet firm flesh. She moaned and ground her ass into my
groin, provoking a response in my body.

I shifted my attention, easing one hand down to her hip.
"So, is your pussy nice and wet now - did playing with your
tits make you hot?"

"Mmmm, yes. Put your hand down there and see for
yourself." I felt her legs part, inviting my
investigations.

"Oh, honey - do you want me to play with your pretty little
pussy now? To slide my fingers into you, and diddle your
hot clit and bring you off? I want to make it up to you
for jumping the gun earlier."

"Ohhhh, Alll - you don't have to...it's-OH!" I pinched her
nipple there, sorry.

"But I want to make you cum - I want to watch you while you
writhe in ecstasy, and do so before I get distracted by my
pleasure when we FUCK." I emphasized that last word,
tweaking a nipple and sliding my other hand between Dani's
legs to feel her heat. She reacted as I expected, groaning
at my indulgence. "Oh. Ohhhh, all right - if you
*insist*..."

My hand cupped her sex, and she ground herself against my
palm. I obliged her, squeezing and shifting my grasp to
work the flesh I held. I eased my middle finger in to
stroke her slit. It was hot, and wet, and slippery. I
moved my finger up and down over her lips, making her moan
some more. "S'nice...oh, Al. I...thank you...."
I explored her pussy for a while more - she enjoyed feeling
a finger or two push into her - but soon she seemed to
'come down,' and asked "Al, could you play
with...my...uh..."

"Clit? Your love button? Your man-in-the-boat? Your
third nipple? Your center of womanhood?"

"Drama geeks - you HAVE read a lot, haven't you?"

"An actor prepared for his part by committing the script to
memory, darling." I kissed her ear, and plunged my middle
finger into her, working it around to coat it in her
juices. Then I brought my fingertip up the apex of her
vagina, feeling the little bump of clitoris and hood. I
stroked my finger up and down over this promontory - Dani
moaned.

"That's good - keep doing that for a bit."

I stifled the urge to compare her to a director, and
continued rubbing my lovely girl. She began to squirm in
my arms, but my worries of doing something wrong were
quelled when she began chanting 'yes' under her breath. I
didn't see it, but I could feel her clit swell under my
finger, pushing out of the hood. I'd read about this
enough, but was still impressed - both with the amazing
situation (I was getting a girl off!) and that I could
visualize what was happening to her so clearly.

Dani grabbed my hand, pulled it to her mouth and sucked on
my finger, wetting it thoroughly. She then returned her
stimulator to her groin and moved my finger roughly over
her pearl in a quick circular motion. After a second or
two I was able to make the movement on my own. She reached
up and played with her breasts while I diddled her.

Then she began to shake, gasping "Yes, oh Al - don't stop,
keep-oh-oh-PLEEEEASE!" And then the breath caught in her
throat as she began to orgasm. I was hard-pressed to keep
rubbing her as she writhed about; I ended up holding her
around the waist with my free arm, but I kept up the
stimulation for as long as she could bear it.

As she came down from her climax, I eased my motions,
finishing with my hand cupping her sex and holding her
close to me. I got worried when Dani's breath came in
gasps, and she began to sob.

Turning in my embrace, she hugged me close and began to
kiss me all over my face. Her eyes glistened and her
cheeks were wet as she looked at me and conveyed thanks
more clearly than any words could. I pulled her back to my
chest and let her calm down, safe in my arms.

When she recovered, she spoke: "Thank you, Al. When
I...do myself, I can't concentrate when I start to..."

"Come."

She shyly nodded. "Yeah. I can't keep...diddling myself.
It was so much better...thank you." She kissed me again.

"It's nothing - you only have to ask. To know it makes you
feel so good, I'm only too happy to help you."

We hugged for a while, enjoying each other's closeness.

Then Dani giggled. "I think he enjoyed it, too," and
shifted her hips slightly to let my hard-on fit between her
legs more comfortably. She eased back to look me in the
eye. "Shall we?"

"Not the most elaborate of come-ons, but it's more than
sufficient!" I grabbed the box of condoms, opened one and
slid it onto my erection. I managed it with ease, and
began to wonder how old the one was that dad gave me...

I turned to her, and found her lying back with her legs
spread, her hands folded on her chest, thumbs twiddling as
if she was bored waiting. I laughed, and she smiled and
reached out to invite me into her embrace. I climbed atop
her and shifted around to place my manhood at her entrance.
She grasped my encased member and moved him slightly. I
felt her other hand on my backside and I eased forward and
began to enter my darling girlfriend.

Our eyes locked. Dani looked at me, her eyelids heavy with
emotion. She smiled at me and mouthed 'thank you' to me.
Then we both got an impulse at the same time and both tried
to look down at our groins, bumping heads.

That caused more laughter than pain, and I stammered out
"Ladies first." I watched her watching my cock sink into
her pussy, her face a mixture of curiosity, pleasure, and
wonder. I slowly eased myself into her all the while.
When my dick was fully inside her pussy, Dani looked back
up me, beaming with happiness, fulfillment, and probably
joy at making me feel so good.

I looked down and watched my cock ease out of her; it was
weird, as if it wasn't us I was watching - the feelings
meshed with what I saw, but there was this sense
of...unreality. I shrugged and looked back to my girl's
face as I filled her again. She liked it.

I sank down to kiss her, and she devoured my mouth, sucking
against my lips and tongue, flailing it with her tongue.
We french-kissed as I began to build up a rhythm, sliding
in and out more quickly and with more regularity.

Our kiss stopped as she needed to breathe. I shifted to
kiss her ear and whisper my thanks to her. She began to
push against me as I fucked her, but the counterpoint made
me pull out too far. "Oops, sorry," I apologized, and
fumbled to get my erection back into her.

She smiled at me when I resumed my motions, and stretched
up to kiss me. We smiled at one another while we moved
against each other, and then I thought of something. "Um,
maybe this'll help - put your legs around me." I shifted
to get a hand free to show her what I meant. Soon I was
wrapped in the firm muscles of her runner's legs, keeping
me from pulling too far back.

We began to fuck in earnest, grinding against each other,
panting at our exertion. Dani brought her hands up to play
with her nipples, and I got to thinking. I eased my stroke
slightly, leaned to one side, brought my now-free hand
between our bodies and rubbed a finger over the wetness
mingling at our crotches. When it was ready, I began to
tease Dani's clit, making her moan.

"Ohhhhh, what're you....oh-ohhhh, what-"

"I want to feel you come with me inside you, honey. Go
ahead and come for me." I'd all but stopped fucking, just
easing my cock back and forth slightly. She closed her
eyes, concentrating on her erogenous zones. I kept up that
circular 'polishing' motion on her nubbin, pushing her
further and further.

My efforts were rewarded - Danielle came with even more
fervor than the last time. As she began, I pushed into her
as deeply as I could while still rubbing her clit; maybe
that helped. She made one long keening cry, pounded the
bed with her arms, squeezed me in her legs' embrace. And
milked my cock with other muscles. The sensation was
amazing and overwhelming, even though I wasn't moving I
came along with her.

When we calmed down, I sank down on top of her and rolled
us to lie on our sides, my back pressed against the cold
wall.

Before long, Dani recovered her breath and frowned at me.
"Al, when I was...did you...get...well, *thicker*?"

I shrugged. "I don't know - when you came, it made me cum
as well."

"Really?"

"Yeah - your...you were clenching me, and it...just...felt
so good..." I shrugged again.

She smiled at me. "We came together. Thank you." I
kissed her, saying it was nothing - she deserved much more
than I could ever give.

We snuggled together, and I felt my cock twitch - I was
still inside her! And I was getting hard! With more
severity, I also remembered I was wearing a used condom
inside my girlfriend.

I eased out of her, holding the base of the condom. She
moaned slightly when I tried getting up, and I had to
remind her of our present situation for her to let me go.
I sat up, grabbing the rag I'd used before. I slipped the
rubber off and dried my crotch. When done, I placed the
condom in a fold with its soiled mate, and wrapped them in
the rag. My 'after-sex ablutions' were cut short when I
heard Dani groan behind me. "What is it, honey?"

"I gotta go!"

I frowned. "But this is your house - oh, *GO*! Well?"

She sounded so pitiful, when she replied "But I can't get
up!"

I snickered. "Don't laugh, buddy - SOMEBODY fucked me so
bad my arms and legs won't work! I said stop it - I'm not
joking around here!"

I turned to look at her - she was serious. Dani was lying
on her side, arms and legs moving, but without any apparent
strength - every time she tried to push herself up to a
sitting position, her arms gave out on her. "No offense,
Al - but ease up next time! I loved every second, but this
isn't much fun."

"Then I'd better help - I caused this problem." I stood
and nearly collapsed. Apparently my legs were just as
weak. "Ohshit." I walked around a bit to get the
circulation going again, holding on to furniture.

I heard her giggling back at the bed. "Oh, stop! Please,
don't make me laugh - I'll lose my..."

"What's so funny?" I stood in the doorway, leaning against
the frame, shaking first one leg, then the other.

"YOU! Fumbling around like a newborn colt - you looked
just like Bambi! Oh god, oh god, I haven't wet my bed since
I was six! Oh, HELP!"

I rushed over and bundled her into my arms, and ferried her
to the bathroom - I had to open two doors to find it. When
I sat her on the toilet, she sagged and let her bladder go,
head dropping to rest on my shoulder. "Ohhhhhhh, god.

Thank you."

"Don't thank me - I wasn't much help; almost didn't get you
here in time."

She looked me in the eye. "Thank you for everything, Al -
it was wonderful. All of it - even these little problems
were more than worth it. I love you."

I stammered an "I love you, too" in reply, kissed her and
hugged her close.

Dani then made a wise insight. "Next time we have to
remember to go before we start." We laughed at that and
kissed.

Fin

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Author's Postscript: GODSDAMMIT![1] How does this happen?
I'd planned a nice short anecdote that ACTUALLY HAD
SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE TITLE, but my attention to detail
and character depth took a brief comment "we met in high
school" and ran with it. As a result, this has now become
almost a story in itself, and I've fleshed this 'flashback'
to the stage that they've had sex! I guess the original
story will have to wait until part two. <sigh> At least
Erato got her say as well as Melpomene... </foreshadowing>

Note: 1. For when *just* the Christian God's wrath isn't
enough.:)