Copyright 2003 Frank Downey. All rights reserved. Any use other than personal archiving requires the permission of the author. Do not repost.

This story contains adult material. If this is illegal where you reside or if you are underage where you reside, begone.

We’d been dating for four months, but this was the first time we’d made love. I found her enchanting, and didn’t want to scare her off. The time was finally right—she eagerly agreed.

I was inside her, moving steadily, when she giggled.

"What?"

"It’s just funny. The way your eyes get all crossed and cloudy."

I just shook my head. A few minutes later she giggled again. "Your nose. It crinkles all up. It’s cute."

A couple minutes later, she started laughing uncontrollably. I stopped, and looked at her. "Don’t stop. It’s good. It’s great. I’m enjoying myself, OK? Don’t worry, you keep that up and I won’t be laughing soon."

That wasn’t true. The more worked up she got, the louder she laughed. Well, in between the moaning and groaning. When she came, she alternated screaming, and yelping like a little girl.

Afterwards, I was curled up behind her. "I know it’s a little weird," she said. "When I’m happy, I laugh. Even during that."

"Do you always do that?"

"No. Only when I’m with guys I really, really, like." Her voice dropped. "Or maybe even love." Then she giggled again.

"What was that, an aftershock?"

"No. Your dick is tickling my ass!"

--The End—