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Denial
by Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com
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All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination; any
resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
coincidental.
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"No, Mr. Oliver, we weren't being responsible. Yes, sir, we'll be sure to call if a storm ever interrupts a
picnic of ours again. I certainly don't want you worrying about Sue. Yes, sir, I know that you always
worry about Sue, but I hope it's never again because of something I've done."
All that groveling didn't convince him at all, and now Sue is in for more grilling. Maybe I should have
been more specific in my denials.
The reason we didn't call when the storm clouds gathered was definitely not because we were inside
my apartment long before they gathered. And the reason we didn't hear your calls wasn't because we'd
left our cells, muted, in our clothes.
I didn't undress your daughter at all. I'd never do something like that. And I didn't kiss more than her
lips. I certainly didn't kiss down her neck to her cute breasts. And, since I didn't -- never have -- kissed
them, I didn't remove her jeans while kissing those breasts. She certainly didn't remove any of
my clothes. Since she didn't, she didn't kiss my chest, nor my legs, and certainly not my dick.
And, not having received those kisses, I didn't kiss her sweet thighs in return. Not having kissed the
tanned firmness of those thighs, I wasn't drawn to kiss the pale softness between them. And, since I
hadn't been kissing her there, nothing prompted her moisture to flow. And, since it didn't flow, and I
wasn't anywhere near anyway, I didn't lap it up. And, since none of that happened, she neither
shuddered nor moaned because she didn't have anything to shudder and moan about. Which means
that nothing distracted us from the first rush of rain. And, anyway, we weren't inside my apartment
where the rain was easy to ignore.
And, not being there, I had no access to the box of rubbers in my drawer, and didn't take one out to
show Sue. So she didn't roll it on my dick. And I never stroked within her clasping, soft, warmth.
Which means that she had no reason to cry out, nor to claw at my ass to draw me further into her, nor
to rise into my thrust as I erupted into her depths. And, since we weren't -- neither of us was -- satiated
by our experience, we didn't fall asleep to the gentler sound of the last drops of the rainstorm.
So our being out of contact with you had nothing to with the intensity of our being in contact with each
other.
Somehow, I'm not sure that the specific denials would have convinced him, either.
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