Lisa and Kyle

This story includes situations of an adult nature that may not be appropriate for all readers.

Please note that all characters and situations are fictional and provided solely for the enjoyment of readers.
Any resemblence to real persons is coincidence and strictly in the mind of the beholder.

Synopsis: Kyle is head of Information Technology and Lisa is head of Marketing. Their latest project has them at each other's throats. Then, they discover that hatred and love can be two sides of the same emotion. Codes: MF het rom enem oral anal.

Chapter: [ I | II | III | IV | home ]

Kyle stood in the machine room as a field engineer worked on the firm's new high-volume printer. "Paper's out of spec," the engineer said as he cleared another misfeed.

"Out of spec -- how?" Kyle asked.

"Too much curl..." He picked up a ream and riffled through it.

"Is there a spec for curl?" Kyle turned to a young brunette who had been watching with her arms folded. "Lisa -- how much of this paper did you order?"

"The supplier told me this is in spec," she replied.

"How would you know? You never bothered to ask for specs." Kyle threw up his hands in consternation. "You marketing types never bother to check with Technology before you make a decision. If you'd involve us ahead of time, we wouldn't have crises like these."

"I don't have to take this," she retorted and stormed out of the machine room.

Kyle followed her, making a gesture like he'd like to wrap his hands around her throat. He turned to Scott, his intern, as she headed down the corridor.

"What's with Lisa?" Scott asked.

"I dunno -- the realization that she screwed up ... big, perhaps?"

"Screwed up? How?"

Kyle gestured toward the door to the machine room. "The F.E. tells me the misfeeds are caused by the paper being out of spec ... too much curl. There's an old saying in engineering circles -- 'Failure to plan on your part shall not constitute an emergency on my part.'"

The phone rang and Kyle picked it up. "I.T. -- Kyle,"

Kyle -- what's this about misfeeds? came the voice on the other end.

"Oh, hi, Freddie. That's what the field engineer tells me -- he thinks the paper Lisa ordered for the new statement blanks is out of spec."

What's our fallback plan? We have to have statements in the mail on Monday.

"I ... I guess we can have the bank print them."

We've used up the old statement stock at the bank. So it's either new statements or no statements.

"We don't have the old stock? Can't we get some printed over the weekend? Andersen's has done big jobs like that for us in the past."

We've for intents and purposes fired Andersen. I don't want to have to go back and beg them to do a rush job for us.

"I don't understand why Lisa insisted on a new supplier. We've had a relationship with Andersen's, from day one."

Andersen can't print multi- color.

"Why do we need Technicolor statements?"

We've also fired the bank. Kyle -- if we had to get the old statements from Andersen -- could we print them in-house?

"I ... I don't know ... I'd need to see if I can adapt the statement formatter to the old layout. Do you want me to start looking at that?"

Maybe you had better.

Kyle set down the phone. He turned to Scott. "We're going to investigate printing on the old forms using the new printer," he said. "It means reprogramming the formatter from scratch. I'll be here all weekend."

"Just think of all the overtime," Scott replied.

"Right... Well, I put a bug into Freddie's ear that it's a problem with the paper Lisa ordered for the new forms. He'll go to Roger and... I wouldn't want to be in Lisa's shoes right now."

"I was talking to Kristen -- she's the new intern in marketing. She says Lisa is a real..."

The phone rang again and Kyle picked it up. "I.T. Kyle..."

He heard Freddie's voice again. Kirk's calling a meeting at three to discuss our statement options, Kyle. Be there.

"Yes, Freddie -- three o'clock. I'll be there." He set down the handset.

"What's three o'clock?" Scott asked.

"Kirk's called a meeting to discuss why the new statements can't go live next week."

"A meeting with Kirk?" Scott asked.

Kyle sighed. "Yeah -- it's gonna hit the fan ... a real shitstorm. Someone's head's gonna roll and it had better not be mine. I'm going to go back in there and give that F.E. a kick in the ass. Paper out of spec? The salesman told me that machine could print on brown paper bags."

Kyle headed back into the machine room. The field engineer was closing a panel on the printer. Kyle watched as it pounded out page after page. "Look at this," the engineer said, proudly.

"I see. What was..."

"This printer has a field alert bulletin about installing a new pickup pad."

"Yeah -- I remember an F.E. installing a new pad the other day."

"He installed it upside-down," the FE said with a grin. "Look at this -- eight hundred pages and still going strong."

Kyle cradled his forehead in his palm. "We've had three F.E.s this week working on the problem and it was a mis-applied field upgrade? Do you know how close I came to escalating this to your corporate headquarters? Maybe I will, yet."

"Well, it's fixed now. Mind if I use your phone? I can't get a signal in here."

Kyle sat at a long, polished table inlaid with exotic, tropical hardwoods. At the other end sat Lisa, her jaw set. She avoided eye contact.

A tall, silver-haired gentleman with an impeccably trimmed moustache entered the room. Flanking him were a short, slim, ferret-faced man and a middle-aged woman. "Hi, Kirk ... Freddie ... Cora," Kyle stammered. "Where's Roger?"

"Traveling," Cora replied.

Kirk slammed a folder onto the table. His eyes narrowed and his gaze shifted between Kyle and Lisa.

"You know that we've cancelled our contract with the bank for printing statements," he said after an uncomfortable pause. "I agreed to bring this in-house based on your assurances we could handle the job -- both of yours. We added processing capacity ... rented more office space ... bought that expensive printer... It's costing me a bundle and we haven't mailed out one piece yet."

Kyle swallowed hard. "Yes, Kirk."

"I don't want to have to go back and re-negotiate a contract we paid a penalty to cancel. These statements are part of our new look -- our new franchise."

Lisa nodded. "We know, Kirk."

"So -- what's this about paper stopping up the works?"

"There's nothing wrong with the paper," Kyle replied.

"But you said the paper was out of spec..." Freddie interjected.

"That's what the field engineer told me -- before he determined the printer was out of spec. He adjusted it and now it's printing fine." Kyle looked toward Lisa. "Lisa -- I said some things without having the whole story ... I apologize for that ... and for suggesting you were somehow responsible; I'm sorry for that too -- I was out of line."

Lisa's visage softened. She looked down and smiled faintly.

"And, I never intended to impugn the job you do or your professionalism. I know you've worked as hard on this as I have."

Kyle could see the tension drain from her face. She glanced up and they made eye contact."

"So," Kirk said, "what do we need to do before we can go live with the new statements?"

"We'll proceed with our pilot run to fine-tune the layout," Kyle replied.

"Will we be ready on Monday?"

"Yes, Kirk" Kyle replied. "We will be ready on Monday."

"You know it'll be your balls on the anvil if we're not."

"Oh, we will be."

Kirk nodded in approval. "Good job, Kyle. I knew you'd pull this through." He turned to Lisa. "The artwork for this new logo rollout looks terrific. You've both done a great job." He headed from the conference room with his assistants in tow.

Kyle drew in a deep breath and released it. He began to stand.

"Kyle, wait," Lisa said. "Apology accepted." He looked into her eyes. "You know -- you showed courage and class ... it was a classy thing you did. It takes guts to admit a mistake and real guts to admit it in front of Kirk. My opinion of you went up a notch."

Kyle nodded. "I..."

"I know we've never seen eye-to- eye," she continued. "I wasn't sure what it was about me you didn't like."

"I ... I felt sorry for you, Lisa," he replied. "It seemed to me you're out of your depth -- maybe it's why you can come across as so pushy and abrasive. Now I know it's because of the pressure of your job."

"I know I made a few mis-steps ... but I learn from my mistakes."

"That's important to Kirk."

"And -- neither of us has a monopoly on pushy and abrasive, Kyle."

He nodded. "I suppose you're right about that."

"Why is it if a man is pushy and abrasive, he's an achiever; but when a woman's the same way, she's a ... bitch?"

"I have never used that word to describe you, Lisa." He smiled. "I might have thought it, but I never used it."

"We are on the same side in this," she said. "We are on the same team. I think we both want to do the best job we can."

"You're right." He gazed at her. "Lisa -- I'm willing to make a fresh start if you are."

She regarded him for a long moment. "All right, Kyle -- a fresh start." She extended her hand and Kyle grasped it. "What do you need to do to get ready for Monday?"

"We need to print the pilot run and adjust the layouts -- 'till it's right."

"Is there some way I can help?" she asked.

"No -- I don't think so."

"May I at least watch? My career is riding on this new franchise."

"Well, I could use some help inspecting the statements. I have no eye for that sort of thing."

Lisa followed him to the machine room and she sat at a long work table. Kyle manipulated a keyboard and the printer chugged to life. He took a stack of statements from the output tray and handed them to her. "See how these look."

"It's printing outside the box," she remarked, pointing.

Kyle cancelled the job and sat at the keyboard. "I'll move the formatting up ... we might need to break to a second page a line up..." He saved the changes and restarted the print job.

"Now these are too high," she said as she flipped through the stack. "Not all of them -- just some."

"I'll adjust it down a bit."

"I had no idea your tolerances were so tight," Lisa remarked.

"It's not that they're tight -- it's that they're loose. It's the statement's tolerances that are too tight. This is a sheet-fed printer. The paper slews a little differently with each sheet. If you had made the boxes about a sixteenth of an inch wider..."

She nodded in appreciation. "I see what you're saying. ... then we could accommodate some slippage."

"This is what I said earlier about involving Technology early in a project."

"I will next time, Kyle. I promise. In fact, once we use up this stock, I'll enlarge the boxes a smidge so the slewing won't be so obvious."

"How much stock did you order?"

"Ten pallets," Lisa replied, "twenty cartons per pallet -- about a year's supply at our current volumes."

"If we could enlarge each box by a sixteenth..."

"That's too much -- it would destroy the aesthetics."

"The aesthetics?"

"Then the margins would be to narrow and it would look imbalanced. I had no idea how tricky it is to get these to line up."

"And I didn't appreciate the art going into designing this," Kyle remarked. "No doubt we can learn from each other."

"No doubt."

"We can't get them perfect. We'll make the best compromise we can. And, we'll have to make sure none of the ones Kirk receives have any problems."

"Can we do that?" Lisa asked.

Kyle smiled. "I put Kirk and Co into a special, VIP file that I run separately. We can give those some extra-special attention before they get mailed."

"Smart ... very smart."

"It's something I figured out during my first week here."

Lisa stepped into the machine room carrying a flat pizza box. Kyle cleared a the work table of stacks of paper and she set it down. "I am so hungry," she said, "my stomach is growling ... and smelling that pizza all the way up in the elevator -- I was salivating the whole way."

"I filched some paper plates and some sodas from the break room," Kyle replied.

Lisa began wolfing down a slice. "Oh, this feels so good," she said, pressing her hand against her stomach. "I was so agitated about this afternoon's meeting with Kirk I had no appetite for lunch. I was so hungry my hands were shaking."

Kyle recalled the memo Kirk had circulated when she was hired not quite a year ago -- Lisa had obtained a BA in marketing in three years and then gone on to obtain her Masters. He estimated that she was about twenty-five, and this was her first job out of school. He wondered why Kirk would make someone as green as she head of Shareholder Communication.

Kyle regarded Lisa as she ate. Lisa was far from homely but not a stunning beauty, either. She came to work every day in a skirted suit and with her hair pulled back tight in a bun or ponytail. This hair treatment, he thought, tended to emphasize the angularity of her oval face, her high cheekbones, strong nose and square chin. In sharing the pizza he glimpsed her softer and more vulnerable side.

"You know," he said, "after a day like today, I could use some wine or a beer. Of course, we don't dare. If Kirk got wind..."

"He's a tee-totaler, isn't he?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah. His dad was an alcoholic so he doesn't touch the stuff. If he thought his associates were drinking on the job ... I don't even risk a glass of wine when I go out for lunch." Kyle smiled. "I have a funny story about Freddie..."

"Freddie the weasel?" Lisa asked.

"You call him the weasel?"

"He has a way of calling the office after hours -- to see who answers and who's still there."

"That is a weasely thing to do," Kyle agreed.

"So, what's your story?"

"One day Freddie went to a sandwich shop for lunch -- where Farley's is now, but before it was Farley's. They had a special -- if you ordered a sandwich platter, you could buy a beer for a nickel. They called it their nickel-beer lunch special.

"Freddie couldn't pass it up, so he ordered a ham and cheese and a nickel beer. The waitress brought him this little, tiny glass." Kyle held up is thumb and forefinger. "It couldn't have been more than three or four ounces -- like a juice glass."

"That's a nickel beer?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah. Anyway, Cory came in and she sees Freddie with his nickel beer. She tells Kirk that she saw Freddie drinking at lunch.

"Freddie comes back from lunch and Kirk is over him like white on rice. He escorts him into a conference room ... asks him if he's having problems ... asks him if he needs to talk to Dr McNeil ... all because of his nickel beer."

Lisa began laughing. "It couldn't have happened to a more deserving guy," she replied, wiping tears from her face. "That is so funny!"

Kyle picked up the empty box and soda cans. "I'll dispose of these." He stepped out of the machine room and stuffed the detritus into a wastebasket. "It's dark out," he said as he returned.

"Don't tell me how late it is. The building was deserted when I went to wait for the pizza guy."

"I think we're about done." Kyle drained his soda cup and tossed it into a trash barrel. "I'll be in early Monday to supervise the first production run. Balls- out, that printer is capable of 240 sheets per minute. We'll be printing about seventy-five thousand statements."

"What does that amount, to, time- wise?" Lisa asked.

"It's about a five-hour job -- if everything goes right. I want to get an early start so if we hit a snag, we'll still have time to get them to the mail house before close."

"What time Monday?" she asked.

"Six A.M."

"Then I'll be here, too."

He restarted the print job and handed her a stack from the output tray. "Look these over -- if they're okay then we'll call it a night. I don't think I can make many improvements anyway."

"Kyle -- these look good ... as good as they get I guess. I see what you mean about the boxes..."

"They're about a half-a-font's width too narrow ... and it tends to accumulate across the page. It's not something I can adjust out."

"These will have to do, then."

"Shall we call it a night?" he asked.

"Please, let's."

Kyle escorted Lisa to the elevator and called for the lobby. "Where are you parked?" he asked.

"I ride the bus. It's cheaper than paying for parking and the bus line runs right past my apartment. The stop's over there."

Kyle shook his head. "I don't like the idea of a woman in a skirt and carrying a laptop case waiting for the bus in this part of town at this hour. Where do you live? I'll give you a ride."

"Bauhaus Towers," she replied.

"I know it. Come with me."

"You're sure?"

"Of course I am -- it's not too far out of my way."

Lisa walked with Kyle to a parking garage about a block and a half away from the Westmar towers that housed Kirk's offices. He unlocked a metallic green SAAB sedan and slid behind the wheel.

"Do you like this car?" she asked.

"I do -- though I think the older models were better."

"I have one like it -- only mine's black and has a stick."

"You drive a stick?" he asked.

"Yes. In fact, at one time I wanted to be a professional racecar driver like Danica Patrick. I drove stock cars in a regional circuit for a couple of summers."

"Did you win any races?"

"No -- but I did come in the top three a few times."

"Why did you give it up?"

"It's so hard to break through," she replied. "It's hard for anyone and especially hard for a woman. Danica Patrick is one in a million -- and still, she plays the sex card a bit too much in my opinion."

"Interesting..." Kyle shook his head.

"Kirk said it's one reason he hired me -- it shows I know what it's like to compete." She regarded him. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah -- I was just thinking what an idiot I've been about you."

"I haven't been very gracious to you, either, Kyle. I'm sorry for that."

"No, no -- you're fine, Lisa. I only got from you what I deserved."

Kyle backed out of the parking stall and headed for the exit. He pressed his wallet against a card-reader to open the gate and then headed away from downtown.

Kyle turned onto the boulevard leading to an older part of town, now rejuvenated. "So, Lisa," he asked.

"Kyle?" she said simultaneously.

"You go," he replied.

"I was wondering if you have a girl in your life ... or a guy maybe? These days it's hard to know which."

"I'm single ... divorced," he replied. "You?"

"Same ... but not divorced."

Kyle drove to a ten-story glass and steel structure built in the 1930s and parked in the lot.

"I'll walk you to your place," he said.

"No need ... I'd like that, Kyle."

Kyle locked the car and followed Lisa as she scanned her pass card to open the front door and called for an elevator. She pressed the button for the eighth floor. The elevator stopped and the doors slid open.

"Care for a nightcap?" she asked. "After today I need a drink and I hate drinking alone."

"I suppose that would be okay."

He followed her into her apartment and regarded the decor -- modern furniture that mated well with the Art Deco architecture of the building. "Nice place," he remarked. "You keep it so ... clean."

"I'm a bit of a neat-freak... Kyle -- thanks again for what you said at that meeting. I can't express how much it meant to me."

"I didn't want to see you tarred for something that really wasn't your fault. I've been there a few more years than you. I know Kirk expects statements to be postmarked the first of the month. But -- it won't be the end of the world if those statements don't go out on Monday, no matter what he says."

"But it might be the end of my career..."

"Well -- I didn't want to see you take the fall for it."

She looked away and wiped her eyes with her finger. "I was proud of myself -- I didn't cry at the office..." She wiped her eyes again. "I'll be all right -- this has been the most stressful day of my career ... and I really need that drink. If you excuse me, I'd like to get out of these boots and pantyhose. They're uncomfortable enough nine-to-five; nine-to-nine is really pushing it." She gestured to a cabinet. "Go ahead and pour a couple of drinks."

Kyle slipped off his necktie and unbuttoned his top button. "I think I'll use the facilities if you don't mind. It was too much soda, for so late in the day."

"It's the door on the right."

Kyle closed the door and relieved himself. He washed his hands and noticed a pale yellow, plastic compact on the shelf above her skink.

He returned from the washroom and surveyed Lisa's liquor cabinet. "What are you having?" he called to her.

"Surprise me," she called back from inside her bedroom. "I don't stock anything I don't like."

"You must have a dozen different bottles of sake here", he called to her.

"Yes -- I sort of collect them. Do you like sake?"

"I've never had any good stuff."

"Pour a couple. There are sake bowls on the second shelf."

Kyle took down a couple and filled them. He set them on a low table in front of the sofa and then began browsing through Lisa's DVD collection. His eye was drawn to some framed photographs on top of the cabinet.

Lisa emerged from her bedroom, brushing her hair. She still wore her skirt and blouse but was barelegged and barefoot. She had removed her square-framed eyeglasses, her jacket and the scarf she wore as a cravat; and she had taken her hair out of the ponytail she had worn. "That's better," she said, shaking her head to distribute her hair.

Kyle regarded her. She had been wearing opaque, black hose under full-calf boots. Her skirt was cut a professional one-inch above her knee. He could see fine muscle definition in her shapely calves and her pretty, dimpled knees. She had attractive feet, too. His gaze shifted to her face, now framed with her wavy, dark-brown hair.

"This photograph," he said, pointing to in which she stood before a dirt-track racecar.

"That's the time I came in second," she said.

"And this?" He gestured to a photograph of her wearing a blue ribbon.

"I was on the all-state archery team in high school. Our team won the championship."

"You're an archer? Do you hunt?"

She shook her head. "I really dislike the notion of killing things. There's something meditative about target shooting. I'm out of practice, now. I haven't handled a bow since ... since I was in college."

"The Zen archer," he mused. "I know what you're saying. I used to do target pistol shooting. I never got good enough to win any tournaments, thought. And, I don't like killing things, either. Do you know the Mahabharata?"

"No -- what is it?"

"It's one of the great Indian epics. There's a passage in which a great warrior is teaching a group of youths the art of war, and the day's lesson is archery. Among them is Arjuna, who is destined to be the greatest archer the world has seen.

"Drona -- their instructor -- made a dummy bird from straw and affixed it to the top of the palace wall. The youths are told to line up and draw their bows. One by one Drona asks them what they see, and they all say the same thing -- I see the wall, the sky, clouds, the bird, trees, sunshine... Drona tells them all to put down their bows. All, that is, except Arjuna who when asked simply says, I see the bird. Drona commands him to describe it and Arjuna says he cannot. Why not? asks Drona. Arjuna replies, because he can see nothing but its eye. Then, release your arrow, Drona tells him and it pierces the eye of the bird." He regarded her. "Believe me, I don't have too many opportunities to relate that story. I though you'd appreciate it."

"I do," she replied. "It gave me goose-bumps. It's exactly what I was saying about archery being meditative. How do you know it?"

"I'm interested in Eastern culture. The Mahabharata includes the Baghavad Gita..."

"I've heard of that," she replied.

"I was looking at your DVD collection. I see you like foreign films."

"Yes -- especially Asian films."

"You have a copy of Ju Dou in widescreen. I have a copy but it's full-screen, pan-and-scan. Where did you get this?"

"I bought it in Hong-Kong. My boyfriend and I traveled there a few years ago."

"I thought you said you were unattached."

"Ex-boyfriend. Go ahead and put it on if you'd like."

"It's too late," he said. "But, I would like to borrow this some time."

"Come over and we'll watch together," she replied. "It's been a while since I've viewed it."

"No -- you come to my place. I have a much bigger screen."

"Is it always a competition with guys?" she asked.

"No -- but when it comes to watching videos, size DOES matter. How did you get interested in these?"

"I got tired of the trite crap coming out of Hollywood. I like something different -- to see different people and different cultures."

"Oh, I know what you mean," Kyle replied. "I have a couple of Korean films you might like. One's about a petty criminal who falls in love with a girl with cerebral palsy."

"That sounds ... different. I'm not sure I'd like it."

"I think you would," he said. "It's uplifting in an odd way. The Koreans seem to be willing to take on issues and topics other filmmakers avoid like the plague."

Lisa sat on her sofa. "Come, sit." She picked up her bowl.

Kyle sat beside her and lifted his bowl and sipped. "Wow," he said. "This is ... complex. It's floral; but I can taste the rice."

"Which one did you pick?" she asked.

"The one with the white-and-gold label."

"Oh -- that's not sake -- it's similar but brewed from barley."

"From barley..." Kyle closed his eyes and lifted his face. "Mmm... This feels good after today. I needed it."

"Me too. I'm so happy to have Kirk's new statements done."

"They're not mailed yet. A lot can still go wrong. That's why I'm going in early on Monday." Kyle sipped more of the brew. "At least we have the weekend to unwind a bit."

"Do you have anything planned?" she asked.

"No -- just vegetating. You?"

Lisa shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just glad it's Friday." Kyle glanced into Lisa's hazel eyes and then shook his head. "Is something wrong?"

"I can't believe I was such an idiot about you, Lisa."

"I was wrong about you, too. I figured we'd have nothing in common."

"Yeah... turns out we have a lot in common..." Kyle emptied his bowl and set it on the table. "That really hit the spot. I'd better be going -- see you Monday, Lisa. Thanks for the drink."

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Kyle started to stand. "Do you really have to go?" Lisa asked. "I'm enjoying your company, Kyle."

"I'm enjoying yours. I didn't want to keep you up."

"It's all right -- it's not that late. I can sleep in ... and I don't have much of a social life."

"Neither do I ... neither does anyone who works for Kirk."

She gestured to his empty sake bowl. "How about another?"

"Okay ... you choose. You know your collection better than I do."

She carried the bowls to her cabinet and then handed one to him. "Try this. It's one of the top, hand-crafted Japanese examples."

Kyle sipped from the bowl and held it in his mouth, savoring the bouquet. "This is very good -- delicate ... complex."

"You need to be careful with sake," she replied. "It can sneak up on you. It's all between thirty and forty proof."

"It doesn't feel that strong." Kyle sipped more from his bowl. He felt something press against his shin, looked down and saw it was Lisa's toe.

He scanned her from her foot up her legs to her face. She moistened her lips with her tongue. Kyle could see she was modulating her breathing and he could see a pulse point in her neck pounding.

"I'm not very good at this," she said, "at negotiating the awkward moments ... when I know I'm interested and I think he's interested, too."

"I didn't come up here expecting anything," Kyle replied.

"I didn't invite you up here expecting anything, either ... but there's no denying chemistry."

Kyle set down his bowl and opened his arms to her. Lisa swung onto his lap. He stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers and kissed her lips. "No -- there's no use denying it." He put his hand on her knee and caressed her thigh. Her body relaxed and she took a few deep breaths. "Are you all right?"

She nodded. "Now I am. I'm terrified of rejection ... of looking foolish ... of being foolish. I think I would've died of humiliation had I read this wrong."

He kissed her again. "You read it right. I don't understand how we can get past ten months of us snarking at each other, though."

"You never concealed the intensity of your dislike for me, Kyle," she replied. "We learned in marketing class that negative feelings can sell a product."

"I get it -- strong negative feelings are the flip side of strong positive ones -- two faces of the same emotion."

"We agreed to make a fresh start," she replied. "It's forgotten, Kyle. Please forget it, too."

Kyle kissed Lisa a third time, this time lingering and feeling her tongue against his. "You have pretty eyes. From a distance they look hazel but up close I see they're light brown with green patches -- unusual and striking."

"I know my eyes are unusual."

"And, I like your hair down like this. It softens your face ... and makes you seem more ... approachable. You should wear it like this at the office."

"Maybe at work I prefer not to look so approachable," she replied.

Kyle nodded. "I understand ... the marketing major ... creating your own brand."

Lisa began unbuttoning his shirt. "Lisa -- I don't have any condoms. I know you're on the Pill. I saw the pack in your bathroom. I wasn't prying -- I just couldn't help notice it."

"I didn't leave them out on purpose -- it's just where I happen to keep them."

"Is there anything I need to know?" he asked.

Lisa shook her head. "No. Is there anything you need to tell me?"

"No ... nothing. Do you mind if we don't use one? If we get that far, I mean."

"I'd feel pretty foolish if we don't get that far. I prefer it that way. If it's not skin against skin, then it's not real."

"Oh, I agree," Kyle replied, "it's not the same ... and I really hate that rubber smell."

"So do I." Lisa stroked his cheek. "It means a lot to me that you asked." She pushed his shirt back on his shoulders and ran her hand along his chest. "It's been quite a while for me."

"For me, too..." He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Underneath she wore a sheer camisole. Kyle grasped its hem and lifted it from her, gently untangling it from her hair. He kissed her lips and then her chin and neck. With his finger he traced the outline of her bra. Then, he ran his hands along the back strap, feeling for the clasp.

"This one hooks in front," she said. Kyle fumbled with the clasp. "Here..." Lisa grasped the center, gave it a half-twist and the cups separated.

Kyle regarded her firm, C-cup sized breasts; each was adorned with a wide, round areola, heavily pigmented with pink and tan. He stroked her breasts with the backs of his fingers, gently brushing against her nipples. They began to firm under his touch. "You have a nice touch," Lisa remarked.

He cupped her left breast in his palm, kissed her nipple and then drew it into his mouth. He massaged it and rimmed her areola with his tongue. Then he mouthed her right breast. "Your nipples are firm," he remarked.

"They get that way when they like something." He gently nursed her left breast. "Mmm," she said, "they like that ... they'd like more..."

"Maybe we should go somewhere we can stretch out," he suggested.

"My bedroom is in there." Lisa slid off his lap. Kyle followed her.

She pulled closed drapes that covered the large windows. Kyle regarded her room, furnished with black lacquered Asian style cabinets and nightstands, and a modern interpretation of a queen-sized four-poster bed, complete with rods and curtains tied back with cords. He helped turn down the covers.

Kyle slipped off his shoes and socks and then stripped to his briefs. Lisa stepped out of her skirt and then slid her slip to her ankles.

"It's like peeling an onion," Kyle remarked, "so many layers."

"You're so lucky. What's a guy's underwear? A pair of briefs and socks?"

"I don't know too many guys who still wear undershirts," Kyle replied.

Lisa stood in her briefs and faced him. Kyle embraced her and they kissed as he caressed her shoulder blades and the small of her back.

She slid under the covers and Kyle joined her. They kissed again and held each other, rolling back and forth and taking turns kissing, fondling, and stroking each other's breasts and nipples.

He smoothed his hand along her abdomen. Hers was flat but smooth and soft. He cupped his hand over her mons and could feel her pubic patch through the fabric of her briefs.

Lisa lifted her buttocks from the mattress. Kyle grasped the waistband of her briefs and slid them down and off her legs. Then, he lay beside her, holding her with his left hand as he probed between her legs with his right.

He moistened his finger on his tongue and worked it into her slit. "You're very wet," he remarked.

"I'm very horny. What you've been doing feels very good."

He explored between her labia. "You feel really engorged here ... firm."

"I don't think I've been this aroused my entire life." He began stroking her clit, keeping his finger lubricated with her warm, slippery juices. "Mmm... That feels good."

Kyle worked up a steady cadence against her clit. He gazed into her brown and green eyes. Lisa hooked an arm around his neck and drew his lips to hers. He could feel her breath on his face as her breathing grew heavy.

"This feels so good ... and I like how you're holding on to me."

"Can you come like this?" he asked.

Lisa nodded. "Don't change it and I can ... it's building ... I can feel it building." Her lips parted and her breathing became panting. "Just a little more..."

Kyle increased the pressure of his finger on her clit. He could see the pulse point in her neck throbbing. Leaning over her, he began tonguing her nipple. Her heart was pounding so hard he could hear it.

"More," she gasped. "MORE!" Her thighs trembled. "Oh, God -- don't stop. I'm gonna come!"

Kyle continued rubbing her clit. Lisa groaned and arched her back. Her face flushed red. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, then gasped. "Don't stop! Oh! OHHHH!" She arched her back again, bit her lip and groaned. "Stop stop stop," she panted.

He lifted his hand from her mons. She pressed her lips to his and he kissed them, dry from mouth breathing. "That felt really good," she said as she regained her breath.

"Was that two or one long one?" he asked.

"One long one I think. Here ... your turn." She stretched out on her back and rolled open her thighs. Kyle slipped his briefs off and knelt near her. Lisa wrapped her fingers around his organ. "Mmm ... meaty..."

He knelt between her knees and guided his glans to her entrance. Lisa rolled back her eyes and drew in a breath as he lowered himself onto her. "Feels good, Kyle," she whispered.

She wrapped her legs around his and he felt her arms around his back. Kyle rocked his hips to drive himself deeper into her, paused for a moment and then began thrusting. Tension built in his loins. He tried to hold off the inevitable but found himself too soon at the point of no return. He bit his lip and grunted as he ejaculated.

Kyle continued to rock his hips but his erection was already subsiding. He rolled off of her and lay facing her. Lisa kissed his lips and stroked his cheek. "Something wrong?" she asked.

He sighed. "It wasn't one of my better performances, I'm afraid."

"No, Kyle -- you were wonderful."

"I've always had this hair-trigger problem..."

She kissed his lips. "From the start, I knew you were putting my needs ahead of yours," she said. "You were taking care of me ... making love to me as a whole person, not individual body parts. That is powerfully arousing to a woman, Kyle. When you gave me mine, you were looking in my face the whole time."

"I like looking at your face. I liked seeing you climax."

She stroked his face again. "It made me feel desired. I need that, Kyle. I haven't had very many partners ... but never one who was in tune with my needs the way you were."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do. Good sex isn't how long a man can last. It's how good he makes his woman feel. It was wonderful ... especially for a first time. It makes me wonder how it'll feel once we learn each other's responses."

"You'd want to do it again?" he asked.

"Certainly -- don't you?"

"Yes ... of course."

"Can you?"

"You want to do it again ... now?" Lisa smiled, bit her lip and nodded. "I need some time to recover between performances. Most guys do."

"How much time?"

He regarded her for a moment. "Well... Maybe if we start from the beginning and don't rush it..."

"Of course, from the beginning."

Kyle sat on the bed with his back against the headboard. He spread his legs and patted the mattress between them. Lisa sat with her back against his chest. "This is good -- I can look at your legs. You have sweet legs, Lisa." He slipped his arm around her waist.

"So do you -- for a guy."

"You have a very nice body overall ... sexy arms ... dynamite breasts..."

He gathered her hair and held it aside so he could kiss and nuzzle the back of her neck. "Mmm," she said. "That's nice... Kyle -- if it's any consolation, I wasn't completely satisfied with my performance, either."

"No?"

"No... But I've vowed never to criticize. It is what it is. What matters is how we connected ... and we connected."

"Yes, we connected." Kyle kissed and licked her shoulder. "I love how your skin tastes." He nuzzled her neck under her ear and began stroking her breasts with his free hand. His finger brushed her nipple and she let out a soft grunt. "Is that okay?"

"Oh, yes -- it just surprised me." Kyle began fondling both her breasts, stroking them from her collarbone down and ending each stroke with pinching and rolling her nipples. Lisa grabbed his knees and squeezed them. "This feels really good, Kyle. Just do that for a while ... deep ... like you're milking them."

Kyle squeezed her breasts outward from her chest wall, pinched her areolas and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He felt her ribcage expand as her breathing slowed and deepened. "Your nipples are firm again," he observed.

"Feels so good," she whispered, "so good..."

Lisa gently lifted Kyle's hands from her breasts. She turned around and knelt, facing him and brought her chest to his face. He guided her left nipple into his mouth and began sucking, drawing in her entire areola. At the same time he put his arms around her shoulder blades and caressed her back.

Lisa lowered her body against his. Kyle lifted his knee to press his thigh against her mons and she rocked her hips against him. "Oh," she gasped. "Oh this feels so good. I really like it that you do more than one thing at a time ... I like how you hold me." Lisa lifted up on her elbows and offered him her right breast.

Kyle coaxed her onto her back and adjusted pillows under her head and neck. He covered her breasts with kisses and then moved down, kissing and caressing her belly and tonguing her navel.

He turned his attention to her legs, caressing them and savoring the shapes of her calf muscles. He kissed her knees and then the insides of her thighs, alternating left to right until he reached her mons.

"I like your bush," he said as he ran his fingers through her pubic hair. "It's thick and dense ... I like a full bush. Do you trim it at all?"

"Only so I can wear a bathing suit once in a while," she replied.

Kyle lay between her legs and kissed her labia. He spread them and kissed her clitoral shaft. Then, he began alternately tonguing her clit and fondling her labia.

"You're teasing me," Lisa said. "I don't like being teased."

"I was trying to keep you interested," he replied. He spread her again and began a rhythmic stroking of her clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Mmm," she said. "That feels good..."

Kyle slipped his arms under her thighs and began caressing her abdomen, massaging her mons with his thumbs and fingering her navel. He transitioned his tongue motion into an alternating hard-soft stroke. Lisa relaxed her legs and drew in a deep breath. "It's starting to feel really good," she said softly.

He cupped his hands over her breasts, stroked them and then began pinching her nipples in sync with his tongue. Lisa's ribs moved under his hands as she drew in deep breaths. "Oh, God," she gasped. "This feels so good, Kyle."

She closed her eyes and rolled her head to one side. Then she stretched her arms out straight and lay, spread-eagle as Kyle tongued and fondled her. Her lips parted and her breathing became panting.

Through her flesh Kyle could feel her heart accelerate. He lightened his tongue pressure while pinching her nipples more firmly; all the while he maintained a steady cadence. Lisa's belly heaved with her panting. She put her hand on his head. "I need more here, now..."

Kyle increased the pressure with his tongue. He could feel her heart racing. 'Ohh ... ohh ... ohh," Lisa sang with each breath. "More," she said. "MORE! Oh, God -- I'm gonna come!"

He tongued her clit as hard as he could. Lisa bit her lip, grimaced and groaned. He could feel her legs quiver. "Oh, God!" she gasped.

Kyle moved his hands from her breasts to her abdomen; then he cupped them under her buttocks so he could lift and press her vulva against his face. Lisa's breathing had become gasping panting. She pounded the mattress and grabbed the covers in her fist. A moan came from her, followed by a yelp. She bit the side of her hand to stifle her cries.

He could feel her orgasms as pulsing throbs of her pelvic muscles against his lips and chin. "Oh," she cried, "I'm coming lots!" She moaned and groaned again, and Kyle felt her pelvic floor pulsing.

"Oh, God -- stop," she panted. Kyle lifted his face. Hers was red and a mottled flush covered her chest and shoulders. Wet lines ran from the corners of her eyes down her temples.

"You were sensational," Kyle said.

"No -- you were sensational," she replied. "I have never come as much or as long as that."

"It takes two," he replied. "I get a real thrill feeling your arousal build and seeing you climax. It's an incredibly sexy show you put on. I think I enjoyed your orgasms as much as you did."

"That I doubt."

"It was a real turn-on seeing you lie, spread out while I..."

"While you worked your magic?" she interrupted.

"Call it what you want. I believe the best sex is trust and giving -- each partner gives everything to the other and trust the other to do the same. The result is better for both."

"I never thought of it that way but I think you're right," she replied.

"You were giving me your body ... and I could feel the absolute trust you were bestowing. That was powerfully arousing for me."

"You are a different kind of lover, Kyle," she said and kissed his lips. How do you want me?"

"On top," he replied and stretched out on his back.

Lisa wrapped her fingers around his firming erection. "Looks like some sign of life."

"Yeah... I might last longer this time ... I hope I can but I never know. I might not be able to at all."

"I won't care if you can't," she replied, "not after just now." She kissed his shaft from its base to its tip, ending with encircling his glans with her lips. The she smiled and swung her leg over his hips. Kyle guided his glans into her and she lowered herself onto him.

"Mmm," she said as he slid inside.

"I love the feeling of penetration," Kyle said. "It's the best sensation short of orgasm."

"Oh, I know -- and it's so much better without a condom." She wrapped her legs around his and rocked her hips. Then she cradled his head in her hands and kissed his lips.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked.

"I'm savoring the intimacy. Lying like this, you inside me, skin against skin... It doesn't get any more intimate than this."

"I guess it doesn't."

"I need intimacy like this now and then. I NEED it."

Kyle kissed her lips again. "Then savor as long as you like." He held her across her shoulder blades and the small of her back.

"When you hold me like that -- it gets even better," she replied and began a gentle thrusting of her hips against his. "How does this feel?"

"Wonderful..."

Lisa worked her thrusting into a steady rhythm and Kyle began a gentle, complimentary motion with his hips. He smoothed his hand along her buttocks. "Nice bottom," he remarked. With his fingertips he explored her crevasse. He encountered her anus, lingered on it for a moment and then went further south where she was very wet and slick from their mutual juices.

He dragged some fluids up and began rimming her anus with his finger. Lisa increased the strength of her thrusting. Kyle gripped her and his finger slipped into her, past her sphincter.

It was as if he had thrown a switch. Lisa doubled and redoubled the vigor of her humping. Kyle got into the swing and began moving his finger in and out of her anus, going in to the depth of his knuckle.

Lisa grunted as she thrust. "I don't believe it," she gasped. "I'm gonna come again!" Kyle slipped his arm around the small of her back. "Put your hand back where it was," she panted.

He slipped his finger back into her anus. "Like this?"

"Yeah..." She grunted more and he could feel her back becoming moist. "Ohmigosh ohmigosh omigosh," she panted and then bit her lip. Kyle could feel the pulses in her bottom as her sphincter tightened around his finger. She gasped and panted and then resumed her thrusting. "Can you come?" she gasped.

"Soon I think..." Kyle closed his eyes and concentrated, tensing muscles in his loins to drive him closer. He felt a familiar tingle deep in his pelvis. "Oh, yeah," he grunted. "I'm coming." He grasped her buttocks with both hands, pushed his hips hard against hers and pumped his fluids into her.

He fell back, limp. Lisa held his face and covered it with kisses. Then she snuggled against his shoulder. Kyle stroked her hair and caressed her back. "That felt so good it hurt," he remarked.

Lisa's lips parted and her breathing slowed and grew regular. He felt muscles in her belly and legs give gentle twitches. Kyle continued to hold her and caress her until she began to feel heavy on him.

"Here, Lisa," he said. He rolled to one side and slid from under her. She stirred for a moment and then cuddled against him again. Kyle gathered her hair and pushed it away from his face. He reached for the lamp on the nightstand and switched it off. Then he closed his eyes.

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When Kyle opened them, daylight was filtering through the draperies covering Lisa's bedroom window. He looked up at the clock on her nightstand and it read 8:25. Then his eyes met hers as she lay beside him. "Good morning," he said.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Never better."

"You fell asleep almost as soon as you closed your eyes," he remarked, "while you were still on top of me ... while I was still inside you."

"I know -- I needed the release."

"And, I thought it was only guys who fell asleep immediately after sex... Have you been awake long?"

"Not long ... I was watching you sleep."

"I think I'll use the facilities. Do you want to go first?"

"I went earlier ... and came back to bed."

Kyle returned from her bathroom. "Do you mind if I open the drapes a bit?"

"Go ahead."

He pulled them partway open, leaving the sheers underneath closed. "It looks like it snowed overnight."

Lisa had rolled onto her stomach. Kyle sat on the bed and began caressing the backs of her thighs. "You really do have a gorgeous body, Lisa," he said. "And, when you smile and stop looking all pissed-off -- you're quite pretty."

"That's quite a compliment," she replied.

He picked her eyeglasses from her nightstand and looked through them. "You don't wear much of a prescription," he remarked. "Did you ever consider contacts?"

"They're not corrective -- I have perfect vision. I only wear those to look more..."

"Vicious?" he asked.

"I was going to say mature."

"Part of your brand identity." Kyle set them down. "So -- are you hungry?" he asked.

"I am."

"What for?"

"What we did last night."

"You want more?"

"Just what we did at the end with me on top," she replied. "We don't need foreplay. I need to know something."

Kyle lay beside her. "I need some foreplay," he said. "I'm not capable of a command performance."

"I thought all guys were instant- on," she replied.

He tapped his chest. "Not this guy I'm afraid." He kissed her lips and began fondling her breasts. "Of course with a bod like yours it won't take me much."

Kyle caressed her breasts and kissed her nipples. "You do have a nice touch," she remarked.

He coaxed her to kneel facing him. They embraced and he held her cheek against his. With his right hand he caressed the inside of her thigh. He moistened his finger on his tongue, worked it into her slit and began stroking her clit.

"I really don't need this," she said. "It is starting to feel interesting, though. I like how you're holding me."

Kyle could feel Lisa's breath against his neck as her arousal built and her breathing became panting. She dug her nails into his back and moaned. "Stop," she gasped and coaxed him onto his back

Lisa knelt beside him and caressed his body. She turned her attention to his manhood and caressed it until it was firmly erect. Then she mounted him and he pushed into her.

Kyle held her around her back and shoulders. She began thrusting her hips against his. "Now, put your hand where you had it last night," she said.

"Do you mean, here?" he asked as he stroked her between her buttocks.

"Yes ... inside me."

Kyle reached down to retrieve some of her lubricating juices. "You're not quite a slick down here as you were last night -- another recommendation for foreplay," he remarked. "I think there's enough..." He lubed her anus with her juices and slipped his finger inside.

Lisa increased the vigor of her thrusting. "More with your finger," she panted. "Go in deeper -- it's okay."

Kyle began stroking her anus with his finger, feeling the warm, moist velvet of her rectal tissues. Lisa's humping increased and she began grunting. "Oh, God," she gasped. "I'm coming ... oh! oh!" He felt the spasms in her pelvic muscles.

"Kyle," she panted, "take your pleasure ... go ahead..."

He began thrusting and rotating his hips. Lisa lifted up on her elbows and began caressing his chest and stroking his nipples. "When you do this to me, it helps me come," she said. "Do you like it when I do it to you?"

"I like -- and I like the view." He grasped her buttocks and pressed against her as his release swept over him.

Lisa lay limp atop him. Kyle worked his way from underneath her and held her as she cuddled against him. He felt her body relax against his and he closed his eyes.

Her clock read 10:42 when he next looked at it. He kissed her forehead. "Hey, sleepyhead," he said. She opened her eyes. "Three times in twelve hours is a record for me."

"For me, too."

"Are you satisfied, yet? Please tell me you are."

"I found out what I wanted to know," she replied.

"What's that?"

"Last night was the first time I've ever achieved orgasm during sex."

"You've got to be kidding," he replied. "You must've had a dozen orgasms. You reach orgasm incredibly easily -- much easier than my ex."

"Those were before. I have no problem during foreplay. It's during sex itself. I never knew if it was the way I'm built or wired or what. Last night you did something different -- something I never experienced before. I needed to know if it was a fluke or not. That's why I wanted to do it again this morning."

He nodded in comprehension. "Anal stimulation," he said.

"That's it. I've never let my other partners near that part of me. If one got too close, I'd politely but firmly let him know it was unwelcome. If it happened again, then it was over."

"Why did you let me, then?" Kyle asked.

She faced him and stroked his cheek. "It's what you said about giving and trust. I decided to give my body to you, unconditionally; to trust you with it, and to see where you took me. And, I guess my curiosity got the better of me."

"Curiosity?"

She sighed. "I've been reading some articles on anal sex -- written by a woman. She said she didn't feel completely fulfilled until she tried it ... added it to her repertoire."

"You wanted to know if you're anally-erotic," he said. "Well -- it's more common than you might think. The nerves back there are quite close to the ones that service your genitals, so some crossover is normal." He held her and caressed her shoulder. "Would you like to try it the back way?" he asked.

Lisa nodded. "I think I would if only for curiosity's sake... You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

"Not unless you want me to. I don't kiss and tell, Lisa. I respect you too much to hurt you."

"I knew that's what you'd say."

"Well -- this is a topic that I know something about."

"Is it something you and your ex did?"

"My ex? No -- she was real uptight about that part of her body. I dated a girl in college for a year who was big into it. It seems she had this notion of being a virgin on her wedding night ... but she also was horny as hell. So, we did everything EXCEPT the normal route."

"Can we try it?" Lisa asked.

"Now?"

"Maybe tonight ... I'd love to have you stay the night tonight, too, Kyle."

"Doing it right requires some supplies ... and some prep. If I'm going to stay tonight, I want to go home and get a change of clothes. I can bring the requisites."

"And I can arrange a nice dinner. What requisites?"

"Condoms and plenty of lube are essential. Condoms because there are organisms that normally live in the gut but can cause considerable mischief if they're transplanted elsewhere. And, lube because you don't produce your own back there."

"What prep?" she asked.

"Jessica and I..."

"She's the college girlfriend?"

"Exactly. We discovered for both our comfort that whichever of us was to receive anal should be cleaned out first."

"Whichever? You mean she did you?"

"With a dildo, yes."

"How did you like it?"

"I liked what it did to her. Guys have this thing called a prostate that you can reach from there. The right stimulation on it can feel pretty damned good."

"Cleaned out, how?" Lisa asked.

"With an enema. Jessica was big into that, too. Getting one turned her on and giving one turned her on even more."

"Do you mean those ones in boxes at the pharmacy?" she asked.

"No. Those have some drawbacks -- they work by irritating the rectal and intestinal mucosa, and the last thing you want is irritation back there. They only clean a small portion of the lower colon, and they contain salts that can be somewhat toxic. We used the old-fashioned, large- volume tap water kind. The action is purely mechanical, there's no lingering irritation, nothing toxic and they clean your whole colon. I will say this, from experience: You feel great after a good enema. Are you game?"

She nodded. "Right now I am. I don't know how I'll feel tonight. I might get cold feet."

"Remember this, Lisa," he said, "it's giving and trust. Most of the thrill I get out of sex is vicarious -- if you're not having a good time then I'm not having a good time. I'd never do anything to hurt you; and I know what I'm doing." He sat up. "If you don't mind, I think I'll take a shower."

"Do you have to leave right away?" she asked. "Maybe you'll stay for breakfast."

He gestured toward her clock. "It's lunchtime now."

"Then, maybe you'll stay for lunch? We can work out the details for tonight."

Kyle parked his car in the Bauhaus Towers lot. He grabbed a duffel from the trunk and a paperback and headed for the outer lobby. Scanning the directory he saw and entry for L. White. He picked up the courtesy phone and punched in the number.

"Hi, it's me," he said when she picked up the call. The door to the inner lobby buzzed. He called for the elevator and stopped on the eighth floor.

She opened the door and Kyle stepped inside. "I'll drop this in the bedroom," he said. Then he stepped into her living room. Her dining table had been set with candles. He regarded her, dressed in a floor-length, blue velvet robe. "I imagine you have a surprise on underneath that robe," he remarked.

"Think what you like."

"Any cold feet?"

Lisa shook her head. "After this week, I'm ready for an adventure. I spent the afternoon Goolgling anal sex and enemas."

"You should know what to expect, then."

"I don't know -- I saw a lot of conflicting information."

"Everyone's experience is different," Kyle replied. "It's what makes human beings so interesting."

"On the topic of enemas beforehand, it's running about three-to-one in favor," she added, "at least, according to one study."

"Jessica and I found it helps. Here -- to go with dinner." He handed her the paper bag.

She withdrew a bottle. "Prosecco," she said. "It should go well. You said we should have something light."

"Yes -- if you're going to have an enema, you don't want a heavy dinner in your stomach."

"I'm making poached salmon with couscous and a salad."

"Then let's put this on ice."

Lisa retrieved an ice bucket and some ice from her refrigerator. Kyle set the bottle in ice and topped it up with tap water. He strolled to look out the floor- to-ceiling and wall-to-wall windows of her apartment. "This is a really special place," he said. "That's quite a view."

"I was lucky to get it. Vacancies don't open up here every day."

"I have a schlubby little place -- because of the alimony. That should be coming to an end soon. When it does maybe I'll buy a condo or something."

"Dinner is almost ready."

"Then I'll open the wine." He removed the cord tying down the cork and popped it out of the bottle. "There's something cheery about the sound of a cork popping, don't you think?"

He carried the ice bucket to the table and set it on an unused placemat. Then he sat and Lisa placed a plate before him.

Kyle poured some wine for her and then for himself. He lifted a glass. "Here's looking at you, kid."

"Mmm -- this is nice and light."

"The salmon is excellent."

"And the wine goes well with it. Some wines clash but not this -- it's so clean tasting."

Kyle glanced at Lisa and she looked down. "What we're planning on doing keeps flashing on me -- it has all day."

"It's not too late to call it off," he replied.

"No -- we're going through with it. But I do feel like we're breaking some taboos."

Kyle emptied his wine glass and refilled it. He topped up Lisa's glass. "Excellent dinner, Lisa."

"Did you have enough?" she asked. "I know you said light dinner, but I'm having the enema, not you. Would you like some dessert -- some ice cream or something?"

"I'm fine. There's some wine left. Maybe we should save it for the bedroom."

"Good idea. Blow out the candles while I clear the table ... and, pull closed those drapes."

Lisa stepped from her kitchen. "I'll finish cleaning up in the morning."

"Shall we get started? I'll show you what I brought." She followed him into her bedroom. He opened his duffle and withdrew a box of condoms, a tube of Vaseline, a tube of surgical lube, a pump bottle of scented skin cream and a box containing a combo syringe. "Everything we need." He removed a length of twine and tied it into a loop. The he attached to the drapery rod of her four-poster. "I figured we could hang the bag from here."

"Why both Vaseline and K-Y?" she asked.

"Vaseline is to lube you for the enema. Expelling one can be irritating. Petroleum jelly is waterproof, so it won't wash away, and it provides some protection. The last thing we need is you feeling like you need a new bushing installed down there."

"And the K-Y?"

"Vaseline can melt a condom."

"I get it," she replied.

Kyle stripped the cellophane from the box, opened it, removed the components and began assembling it. "We fill the reservoir with water," he explained and held up the nozzle. "This goes into your rectum. Water flows by gravity to gently fill your colon. The mechanical distention from the water stimulates motility in your colon and flushes out what's in there. It's like an internal bath."

"This looks like a douche nozzle," she remarked.

"It is, but it also makes a better enema nozzle. The bulbous end makes it less likely to slip out. I'll go fill this from your kitchen sink."

"How much water?" she asked.

"Two quarts. That's what Jessica could take and she was about your build."

Kyle ran water 'till it felt the proper temperature when he tested it on his wrist. He held the bag under the stream until if filled. Then he screwed on the adapter cap,, fitted the hose and ran fluid through the hose to eliminate bubbles. "Okay, we're ready."

Lisa stepped into her bedroom. She untied the belt on her robe and slipped it off her shoulders. Underneath she had on a sheer, black, open-front baby doll nightgown that tied at the bodice; and beneath it a pair of thong-style briefs.

"Lisa -- you look sensational," Kyle remarked.

She hooked her thumbs on her waistband, slid down the thong and stepped from it. "Now what?"

"We'll start on your left side to put your descending colon downhill." Lisa lay on her left side. "Draw up your knees," he instructed. "I'm going to put some lube on you."

Kyle opened the tube of Vaseline and squeezed a blob onto his finger. With his left hand he spread her buttocks and worked the petroleum jelly into her anus. "Now, I'm going to put the nozzle in. Just relax."

He coated the tip with more Vaseline and then touched it to her pinkish brown pucker. He saw her flinch. "Relax -- this won't hurt a bit." With a rocking motion he worked it into her orifice. Once it had cleared her sphincter he slid it in about halfway. "Are you okay?"

"So far..."

"I'll explain what to expect," he said. "You'll start feeling the enema low in your pelvis. Your lower colon has twists and turns that might impede the flow at first. You might feel some pressure or maybe even mild cramping. We'll go slowly at first. If you start feeling crampy, tell me and I'll shut off the flow until your colon relaxes and the cramp subsides. An enema should not hurt -- in fact if administered correctly there should be no discomfort at all. If it hurts, something's wrong. If you feel any sharp pangs, tell me right away and we'll stop. It'll mean something's wrong. Understand?"

Lisa nodded. "Yes..."

"As the enema progresses you'll start feeling a sense of fullness or bloating in your belly. That's normal and shouldn't be too uncomfortable. Understand?"

"Got it."

"Are you ready?"

"As ever."

"Then, here we go." Kyle snapped open the clamp.

"I feel it," she said. "It feels like a cool spray inside."

"The water in the hose lost its heat. It'll start feeling warmer shortly. I'm going to give it to you in short bursts until it's past the lowest part of your colon. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable pressure or cramping." He pinched the hose, released it and pinched it again.

"I feel pressure build and then it releases," she said.

"Any cramping?"

"Unh-unh," she said and shook her head.

"If you start feeling pressure, one thing you can do is to take long, deep breaths. The motion of your diaphragm on your abdomen will help distribute the water." Kyle began giving her longer bursts of water. "I feel it moving up inside me," she said. "I feel pressure build and release as it moves up." Lisa began taking deliberate, long and deep breaths.

He pointed to his left side, near his ribcage. "Tell me when you think you feel it reach here."

"I think it has," she replied. Kyle closed the clamp. "Now I want you to roll onto your back." Lisa rolled over and stretched out her legs. "Comfortable?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm going to let it flow normally," he said. "Remember -- if you feel crampy, tell me and I'll stop it."

"Okay..." He opened the clamp again. "Oh, I do feel it flowing ... and it does feel warmer, now."

"Relax your muscles and take long, deep breaths," he coached. "I'm going to gently massage your tummy to help distribute it." He stroked her belly from her left hip, up, across and down.

"I like feeling your hand on me," Lisa said. "This is such a different sensation."

"Is it an unpleasant sensation?"

"Not unpleasant ... just very different." She pointed to her abdomen below her rib cage. "I feel it here now ... something gurgled inside. I'm starting to feel full."

"I can feel the fullness in your belly," he replied. "Any discomfort?"

"Not really."

Kyle closed the clamp again. "Now, roll onto your right side. That should cause most of the enema that's already in your colon to flow into your cecum." He pointed to his right side. "That's the highest part of your colon." Lisa rolled onto her right side and brought up her knees. "If you feel here, you ought to feel heaviness in your cecum."

She palpitated her right side. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"I think I discern some distention in your belly."

"Maybe a little," she agreed.

"Now, roll onto your back but lean to your right. You should be able to take the rest of the enema like that." He snapped open the clamp.

Lisa resumed her long, deep breathing. "Starting to feel really full, now," she said.

"Almost done. If it feels like it's too much, tell me. You don't have to take the whole bag."

"Really, really full," she said.

"Almost done..." The bag emptied with a soft glug. "Gone. When you go to expel, don't force it. Relax and let your colon do the work. Don't strain if there's nothing there. Okay?"

"Got it." She swung her feet to the floor and headed into her bathroom.

Kyle took the apparatus into her kitchen and began cleaning it. He washed the nozzle under hot water and shook remaining drops from the bag and hose.

Lisa emerged from her bathroom. "Well?" he asked. "How did you make out?"

"Wow," she replied. "That's all I can say ... wow. I had no idea I had so much ... crap in me."

"How are you feeling?"

"All right but it feels like not all of it came out."

"Try walking around -- that sometimes brings it down."

She walked back and forth in her living room; then she paused and shook her head. "What happens if it doesn't come out?"

"Your colon is made to absorb water," he replied. "That's another advantage of these over the squeeze-bottles. Anything that doesn't come out your bottom, you'll excrete through your kidneys."

Lisa paced some more. "When you were doing this with Jessica -- didn't you find having to stop and go to the bathroom a bit of a passion-killer?"

"Not really," he replied, "because we'd be with each other."

"You mean, you were in the bathroom with her while she..."

"Yes and vice-versa."

"Uhhh... I'm not at that point, Kyle. I don't know if I'll ever be."

"We worked up to that point. We discovered if I rubbed her clit while she was expelling, it made it easier for her."

"You gave her orgasms on the toilet?"

"No -- just enough to keep her aroused. It relaxed the muscles in her bottom so she could expel easier."

"She let you do all that but wouldn't have ordinary, face-to-face sex?"

"That's right." Lisa shook her head in disbelief as she continued to pace. "Feeling anything, yet?"

"No."

"Maybe you did expel it all."

"I still feel ... sloshy inside."

"The best way to get it to come down is another enema," he said.

"Another?"

"Yes. Otherwise it might decide to come down at an inopportune moment. THAT would be a passion- killer."

"How would putting more water in help?" she asked.

"The first one might not have been enough to stimulate motility high in your colon. If some water is still in there, adding more ought to trigger the desired result." He began running water in her sink to warm it. Then, he refilled the bag and reattached the hose.

Lisa followed him into her room, lay on her left side and drew up her knees. Kyle hung the bag, worked more Vaseline into her anus and slid in the nozzle. "You can take this one on your back," he said. "The second one should flow more easily."

She rolled onto her back and Kyle snapped open the clamp. "Oh," she said, it is flowing easily. I can feel it -- the warmth deep inside."

"Jessica used to tell me that feeling the water penetrating so deeply into her abdomen was powerfully arousing." He began a gentle, counter-clockwise massage of her abdomen.

"It does feel good, almost..."

"I'm feeling fullness in your belly already," he said as he stroked her. "You must've had quite a bit of the first one still inside." He watched her take long, deep breaths. "Feel here," he said and guided her hand to her right side. Do you feel the distention?"

"Yes -- I'm beginning to feel bloated," she replied.

He closed the clamp. "Roll onto your right side." Kyle could see her abdomen bulging from the volume. "You have a little under a quart left in the bag. We'll go slowly and see how much more you can take. You don't have to take it all, Lisa; but I want you to take as much as you possibly can. A successful enema can be summed up in two words - - enough water." He clicked open the clamp and began pinching and releasing the hose.

Lisa ran her hand along her belly. "My stomach is getting so huge."

"Tell me if it's too uncomfortable."

She rolled halfway onto her back and looked up at the bag. "How much more?"

"A little less than a pint. Do you want to stop?"

"A little more," she said. Kyle opened the clamp for a few moments and closed it. "A little more," she said and he let more flow into her. "Okay, stop."

"Rest on your right side for a moment," he said. Then he plucked the nozzle from her bottom and she rolled flat on her back.

"My stomach is so big and firm," she said as she stroked and patted her belly.

Kyle helped her stand. Lisa looked down at her abdomen and then at herself in a full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. He saw her belly bulging from her sternum to her mons. "My goodness," she gasped. "I look three months' pregnant!" She headed for the bathroom.

"Don't be in a hurry," he called after her. "Relax and take your time."

Kyle carried the fountain syringe to the kitchen to drain and clean it. Then he undressed and slipped into a robe he had retrieved from his duffel. He heard the toilet flush and Lisa emerged from the bathroom.

"Did it work?" he asked.

She lifted her face and drew in a deep breath. "Oh, yes it worked, and I feel wonderful. It came out in torrents." She pressed her hands against her abdomen. "I feel really empty inside -- empty and relaxed. You're right -- this does feel good. And, look how flat my stomach is!"

"Your stomach was flat before the enemas," he replied.

"Not this flat. This makes me want to go to the beach and wear a bikini."

"We'd do that if it weren't February and if the nearest beach weren't eight hundred miles away."

"Sometimes I feel so bloated -- my stomach pooches out and I can't wear what I want to wear."

"Now you know the cure."

"Indeed. I'll have to get one of those. I had no idea how good an empty colon feels."

"This one's yours to keep," he said. "Enema equipment is personal -- it shouldn't be shared."

"Oh, wow..."

"We should take a break," he said, "and let your colon relax." Kyle gestured to the bottle in the ice bucket. "We can sit and finish that."

"I think that's a wonderful idea."

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Lisa sat near Kyle on her sofa. He poured prosecco into their glasses, clinked his rim to hers and they sipped. "It's really good and cold, now," Lisa remarked.

"That's a sight I wouldn't mind seeing more often," he remarked.

"What's that?"

"You -- in that baby-doll." Lisa smiled and wrinkled the bridge of her nose. "How does your bottom feel?"

"Okay ... I think it's good you used so much Vaseline."

"Are you nervous?"

"Not really ... not after the enemas." She pressed her hand to her abdomen. "I still feel light and empty and relaxed inside."

"Did you know that ballerinas sometimes give themselves enemas before performances so they'll look good in their leotards?" he asked.

"And, lighter on their feet, I imagine." Kyle split the remaining wine between their glasses. "This really is a nice sparkling wine," she remarked. "I'm feeling it in my knees. Champagne always goes right to my legs."

Kyle set down his empty glass. "Shall we?" Lisa drained hers and together they returned to her bedchamber.

He set the condoms, surgical lube and skin lotion onto her nightstand. "What's that for?" she asked, pointing to the lotion.

"You'll see." Together they turned down the covers and Kyle sat with his back to the headboard. He patted the mattress between his thighs.

"You like starting like this," she said.

"I like putting my arms around you. I like nuzzling your shoulders."

"I like it, too -- especially feeling your arms around me. It makes me feel secure."

He nuzzled her neck and at the same time cupped his hand over her breast and stroked her nipple through the fabric of her nightgown. Lisa snuggled against him and grabbed his thighs. "Both sides like that. I like how it feels through the fabric."

"You like it?"

"Yes... It feels smooth and slippery and I like that feeling."

Kyle grasped the lace that tied her bodice and tugged on it. The knot released and he pulled it open. Then he grabbed the pump bottle of lotion, squirted some into his palm and held it to warm it. "If you like slippery, then you'll love this."

He smeared the lotion onto he nipples and began fondling them. Lisa dug her nails into his thighs. "Oh, my God! Mmm ... that does feel soooo good." Kyle felt her relax against his chest and let her head fall limp to the side. "Deep massage," she said. "Feels wonderful. Oh, God -- I'm feeling the wine ... I still have a tingle in my belly from the enemas ... this is amazing..."

"Maybe you'd like some of this in conjunction with some oral action," he suggested.

"Maybe I would."

He slipped her nightgown from her shoulders and plumped some pillows under her neck and shoulders. Lisa stretched out, nude, on her mattress. Kyle applied more lotion to her breasts, and then lay between her thighs and buried his face between her labia.

She stretched her arms out straight and let her body go limp. He massaged her areolas and nipples in synch with his rhythmic tonguing of her clit. In less than a minute he felt orgasmic pulses in her bottom pushing against his chin.

Orgasmic waves swept over her. Lisa pounded the mattress, grabbed his forearms, moaned, groaned, panted, gasped and yelped. She bit her hand and pressed her fist to her mouth. Finally, she reached under his face and lifted it from between her legs.

"Good?" he asked.

"Really good," she panted. "I'm ready for the next act. Tell me what I need to do."

"I think Doggie style is best for anal," he replied, "but I have ulterior motives."

"What motives?" she asked.

"Be surprised. I'll be very gentle, Lisa. Remember -- you're in control. If anything feels wrong, tell me and we will stop immediately." Kyle opened the box of condoms, unwrapped one and rolled it onto his erect member.

"After the enemas I should be clean back there," she said. "Couldn't we dispense with the rubber?"

"I wouldn't risk it," he replied. Lisa knelt and went onto her hands and knees. "I'm going to put some lube on you -- this might feel a bit cold."

He squeezed a glob of surgical lube into his palm and slathered it around her anus, working some into her with his finger. The rest he smeared onto the condom. "Spread your legs a little so we line up. Okay ... now, bear down a bit like you're going to the bathroom. That'll open up your sphincter." She grunted. "Don't strain -- just keep bearing down..." he watched as the ring-shaped muscle bulged around her anus and then she began to open. When her orifice was about the diameter of his thumb he said, "I'm going in."

Kyle pressed his tip to the spot and eased is weight against her. He began to slide in. When his glans cleared her sphincter he stopped. "I'm in," he said. "You can relax."

"Now I understand what you meant about unpleasant surprises," she replied.

"Any pain? Discomfort?"

"No -- you feel big."

"You feel tight -- it's how anal is supposed to feel. I'm going in deeper. Tell me if anything hurts." He pushed into her and paused. "I'm in about half-way."

"So far, so good," she replied.

Kyle eased into her until his mons was against her buttocks. "Okay -- I'm all the way in."

"This feels really different," she replied. "I'm okay." He reached around her thigh with his right hand and began stroking her clit; and he cupped his left hand over her breast. "Aren't you going to take your pleasure?" she asked.

"I am -- remember I get my thrills vicariously. Can you come like this?"

"Probably," she said.

He could feel her heartbeats through the flesh of her breast; and he could feel them grow faster and stronger as he stroked her clit. Lisa began panting. He pinched her nipple in synch with stroking her and he could feel her heart racing. "Oh, God -- more!" she gasped.

He increased the pressure of his finger on her clit and rolled her nipple. Lisa groaned and he could feel her sphincter contract around his shaft from the spasms in her pelvic floor.

Kyle began taking his friction on the draw, pushing slowly into her and pulling out more forcefully. Her rectum was tight but soft and very warm. Soon his release was upon him. He pushed into as his climax peaked.

"I felt you come," she said. "I could feel you get bigger and then start pumping."

"I felt you come, too," he replied.

"Was that your ulterior motive?" she asked.

"Yes. I love that sensation. It's like being stroked by an invisible, velvet hand. Relax -- I'm coming out." He grabbed the ring of the condom and held it as he slowly withdrew from her. "You should see what you look like back here, now," he said. "Don't worry -- it'll return to normal in a few minutes."

Kyle lay on his back. Lisa snuggled under his arm and he pulled the covers over them. "Well -- what did you think?"

"It was different ... felt good ... I don't think I'd want to do it that way every time... For a change of pace once in a while, maybe. I do appreciate the enemas, though. It could've been pretty ... disgusting, otherwise."

He switched off the light and caressed Lisa's back until he felt her drowse. Then, he closed his eyes.

Kyle opened his eyes to filtered daylight and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It read quarter to nine. He rolled over to face Lisa and found himself alone in bed.

Figuring she had gone to use the bathroom, he lay on his back to await her return. When she didn't, he got up to look for her. "Lisa?" he called. He stepped into her living room and found her huddled in an armchair in her blue velvet robe, hugging her knees. "Lisa ... is something wrong?"

"I had a dream -- a horrible dream."

"What dream?"

Her lip quivered. "I dreamt that ... that you were boasting to everyone in the office about what we did last night." She brushed tears from her eyes. "You were regaling everyone and they were laughing ... you used the coarsest and most offensive language to describe it ... to describe me... It meant that everything this weekend was a sham -- a vicious, cruel trick you played on me to hurt me."

"Lisa -- it was only a dream. I would never do anything like that to anyone."

"Dreams have a basis in reality."

"Dreams are only your brain sifting through thoughts and feelings and experiences." Kyle coaxed her to stand and he put his arms around her. He leaned to kiss her but she pulled away. "How long have you been sitting here, stewing?"

"Since four A.M."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I was too upset. My dream woke me with a start and my heart was pounding ... I was so scared."

"Come -- we have to get comfortable so we can talk."

Kyle led her back to her bedroom. He sat with his back to the headboard and propped pillows so she could lie in her robe across his lap. "No one is responsible for what they dream," he said. "Ordinarily, if someone suggested I was capable of what you described -- I would be hurt and very angry. I'm still disturbed. But, I'm glad you told me." He caressed her side through the velvet of her robe. "Please believe me when I say I couldn't do anything like that ... and even if I was capable of that sort of cruelty, I wouldn't; and most of all never to someone I respect as deeply as I respect you."

"Do you really respect me?"

"Now that I know you -- yes, I respect you deeply. I'll admit I thought Kirk made a mistake when he first hired you. I know you got off to a rocky start. Now that I know what an impressive woman you are... Kirk is an excellent judge of people. I should never second-guess him. He was right about you." He continued stroking her side. "I know I could love you, Lisa. I know I'm beginning to."

"That's not how I feel about you," she replied.

"No?"

"I'm not beginning to love you. I've fallen deeply, madly, completely in love with you, Kyle." Her eyes filled and a tear ran down her face.

"Lisa -- I thought I was deeply, madly, completely in love with my ex. I was horribly hurt when that went wrong. The experience has made me more cautious."

"I've been hurt in love, too, Kyle. But when I fall in love, I fall hard. Friday night started out as simple animal magnetism. I figured we'd have a one-night stand or maybe see each other now and then for fun. Then you said that sex is giving and trust. I've never had a partner who felt who way about it ... at least none who articulated it that way."

Kyle traced the gothic arch her ribcage made across her abdomen and then stroked her belly. "Last night," she continued, "you helped me explore a part of my body I've taken for granted. You showed me it can be an erogenous zone, too. All weekend you've been tender and patient and giving... I can't help but respond to that sort of treatment."

"I couldn't have done any of it if I didn't respect you and admire you first."

"Do you mean that?" she asked.

"Absolutely. Without admiration there's no attraction."

"You admire me?"

"Very much, Lisa. I'd never knowingly or willingly do anything to injure you."

She smiled. "You said something the other day about making my own brand identity. Underneath, I'm really rather insecure ... I don't have nearly the confidence I try to project."

He nodded. "I read that from you when we had that meeting with Kirk."

"You picked up on it?"

"Yes -- and I realized I had hurt you and I needed to fix it. I never imagined we'd end up like this."

"Neither did I."

"I was only trying to do right by you as a fellow human being." Kyle ran be backs of his fingers along her side.

"I understand and I appreciate that. This is all happening so fast it's scaring me and maybe that's what triggered my dream." More tears filled her eyes. "I was afraid you didn't love me at all... You haven't said you love me."

"I was burned once so I'm twice shy, Lisa. Like I said, the experience made me cautious. I'm afraid if something's too good to be true -- it probably isn't. You are too good to be true."

"So are you. My problem is, if something's too good to be true -- I'm all over it."

"Maybe what you need to do is to fall out of love with me a little and let me catch up."

"Maybe..."

He slipped his arm under her shoulders and lifted her so he could kiss her lips. "Feeling better?"

"Better."

"It's nine in the morning. What do you think we should do with the day?"

"Hmmm..." She rolled her eyes in thought. Then, grabbed the lapels of her robe and pulled it open across her breasts.

Kyle regarded her pale skin and wide, pigmented areolas. He stroked the side of her breast with the backs of his fingers.

"Use the lotion?" she said.

"I can't reach it."

Lisa reached up and felt for the bottle on her nightstand. She handed it to him and he pumped a blob into his palm. He held it for a few moments to take off the chill; then he dipped his fingers into it and smeared some onto her nipples.

She rolled her eyes back and drew in a breath. "This feels so good ... I need it, Kyle. I really need it."

He massaged her breasts, her skin and his fingers slick with the sweet lotion. He felt her body relax. Lisa crossed her wrists above her head and pulled her shoulder blades together to press her flesh into his hands.

"Your nipples are very firm again," he remarked.

"It feels wonderful ... relaxing and arousing at the same time." Her lips parted and she began to sing to him, "mmm ... mmm ... mmm," with each exhale.

Kyle coaxed her flat on her back. He untied her robe, opened it and eased her thighs apart. "No," she said, "with fingers. Hold me, Kyle. Hold me like you did the first time and look in my eyes and make me come."

He moistened his finger on his tongue and worked it into her slit. "You're very wet again."

"I'm very aroused again," she replied.

Kyle slipped his left arm around her shoulders. She rolled toward him and caressed his face and chest.

He began stroking her. "Mmm," she said. "Feels good." She drew his face to hers and kissed his lips. "I do love you, Kyle," she said.

He gazed in her face. Lisa's lips parted and she began panting. "A little more," she whispered, "I'm really close..." She tightened her grip on him. "I'm gonna come -- more ... don't stop..."

Lisa bit her lip, grimaced, arched her back and groaned. Then she covered his face with kisses. She coaxed him onto his back and lay on top of him, her robe covering them both. "Now, it's about you," she said. "I'm going to make you come and I want to feel your arousal build and I want to look into your face."

"Do this..." He rolled his left thigh to the side and bent his knee. "Bend your left leg over mine and bend your knee. Now, slide to my left a little. That's it." He propped pillows under her shoulder. "This way both of us can breath freely and move our hips. It's the best position for slow, languid copulation."

"Mmm... That's what I want -- slow and languid." She began a slow thrusting and rocking of her hips against his as she stroked his face and chest. Kyle put his finger between her buttocks. "No," she said. "This is about you. I've had my pleasure." She put her hand on his breast and began caressing his nipple. "You like this -- I felt you get stiffer." Lisa slowly increased the vigor of her thrusting. Kyle's breathing deepened. She ran her fingers over his chest and pinched his nipple. "I can feel your heart," she said. "You're right -- this is really sexy. Tell me when you're about to come."

"I'm pretty close."

"I thought you were. You're getting bigger and thicker..." She thrust her hips hard against him and worked his breasts.

He grabbed her buttocks with both hands, held her tightly, grunted and ejaculated. "Oh, Lisa!" he gasped.

She fell limp against him. He eased her to his side and pulled her robe over both of them. "If you've been up since four you probably want more sleep," he said as he stroked her back. "Go ahead and sleep. I'll hold you to keep the bad dreams away ... okay?"

"Okay..."

He felt her body relax and her breathing become deep and rhythmic. Kyle closed his eyes and dozed.

Kyle roused. Lisa still lay under his arm, clutching him. He stroked her cheek and she opened her eyes. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm fine. It was good talk we had."

"Yes -- good talk ... and good sex."

"Mmm... Very good sex."

He kissed her forehead. "Are you loving me a little less, yet?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I can't. I can't love you less than with every fiber of my being."

"That's good -- 'cuz I'm loving you more ... lots more."

Lisa bit her lip and her eyes filled. "That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"Do you want to make this a permanent thing between us?" he asked.

"Permanent sounds so ... long- term. Let's start by calling it on-going."

"On-going. I like on-going."

Lisa squeezed him and kissed his chest. "How is this going to affect us at work?" she asked.

"Well... In an ideal world, I think it's best to avoid intra-office hookups. But, we can't control with whom we fall in love."

"No, we can't," she replied. "When sparks fly ... they fly. But -- what will Kirk think when he discovers his head of shareholder communication is shagging his top technology guy?"

"Kirk won't care," Kyle replied.

"He won't?"

"Naw... You and I are peers in the organization. Neither of us reports to the other so it's not a boss-subordinate problem. Besides, Kirk doesn't care if his associates are sleeping with each other. He just doesn't want anyone screwing one of his clients."

Lisa laughed. "You know -- that sounds in perfect character with the man."

"I do think we should be discreet and professional at work."

"Yes -- discreet and professional. At least for the time being -- let's not let on that we're seeing each other. Agreed?"

"Agreed," he replied. "So, it's time to get up for lunch. What do you want to do today?"

"I don't care so long as I can do it with you. This weekend has been magical. I don't want it to end, and I want to spend every last minute with you."

"Do you have errands to run? Groceries to buy? I'll go with you."

"I'd like that."

"Maybe we can top it off with a nice dinner."

"I wish you could stay with me tonight, too."

"Well... I thought there was an outside chance I wouldn't wear out my welcome by then, so I did pack a change of work clothes in my bag."

"Always prepared?" she asked.

"Always. Lisa -- I love you."

"I know you do. I know."

Kyle taped shut a carton and carried it out of the machine room. He saw Scott arrive and slip off his jacket. "How long have you been here," Scott asked him.

"About two and a half hours. Can you load these cartons onto that hand truck and take them down to the loading dock?"

"Sure thing, boss..."

Kyle returned to the machine room. He loaded blank statements into the printer's feed trays and removed printed ones from the output bin. These he began packing into cartons. Lisa sat at a table, reviewing samples. "They're looking good," she said.

Scott poked his head through the door. "Do you have the pass card for the freight elevator?"

Kyle took it from a pocket and handed it to him. Then he packed another stack of printed statements into a carton and taped it shut.

Scott returned to the machine room and handed Kyle the pass card. "The first shipment is on its way to the mail house," he announced.

Lisa lifted her fist. "Yes!" she exclaimed.

Kyle filled yet another carton and taped it closed. He carried it out of the machine room. Scott followed him, carrying another box. "Is it my imagination," the intern asked, "or is Lisa more mellow than usual this morning?"

Kyle set the box on the floor and looked up. "I dunno -- she seems her old, bitchy self to me," he replied.

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