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This story is an original work of fiction. It in no way resembles any
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An Early Call
By Love Pirate

Prologue

	It was an October in the early 70s. I had flown in to Capital
City the previous night feeling very horny. With good reason. The
weekend before Mountain City friends of mine had set me up with an
interesting woman who was in the process of getting a divorce. I had
met her briefly at my friends' wedding a few months before. Over drinks
and dinner we hit it off well. There was clearly some electricity
between us. But there was a problem.
	She was desperately afraid that her soon-to-be-ex, a lawyer,
was having her watched. If he caught her in some sexual conduct with
another guy she feared that he would try to take away the kids. So, she
didn't want to go dancing or to a movie, "Just home, please." Okay. I'm
a nice guy. I offered to take the baby-sitter home, a couple of blocks,
and I was real surprised when she said, "Come in for a cup of coffee
when you're done."
	I knocked on the door when I returned. She opened it quickly,
hustled me inside, closed it and threw the dead bolt. I noticed that
she had changed into a light house dress and that all the drapes in the
rooms I could see were drawn closed. Then I couldn't see much for a
while, because she grabbed me and kissed me with a long, hard, soulful
kiss. "Wow! I'm going to get lucky tonight," I thought.
	Alas, it was not to be. What she wanted was necking and petting
above the waist, fully clothed thank you. Any move of mine to push
things a little further seemed to trigger an anxiety attack in her.
Clearly she was excited and needy, but fear of losing her children was
stronger than any sexual drive. After about an hour I settled for that
cup of coffee, a monstrous case of blue balls and a drive back to my
friends' house. Luckily they were asleep, so I had the bathroom to
myself for long enough to get some needed relief.
	The next afternoon I took my rental car out on the road to take
a look at some successful agency operations in rural Mountain State. I
was a new and completely inexperienced director of such an agency in
Plains State. It was largely funded by federal dollars, funneled
through a state organization. The agency hired me because the agency
simply wasn't serving very many clients for the money it was receiving,
and was under warning to do better or lose its grant.
	I had wheedled some "research" money from the state guys to do
a two-day trip to an outstanding operation of the type in Mountain
State, to see what they were doing right that we were doing wrong. Then
I was to fly to Capital City in Plains State and tell the monthly
meeting of the State Coordinating Council my preliminary observations
and plans. Actually, it was all a bunch of BS, but that's the kind of
game you played if you wanted to keep your federal grant.
	I did a day and a half of "research" at three
different "program sites" and didn't learn a thing. Their staff seemed
to be doing exactly the same things we were doing, using exactly the
same materials and exactly the same approaches, but with three times
the number of "clients" served per full time employee as we got. What's
more, the local personnel treated me as if I didn't have a clue (they
were right) and they weren't going to give me one to save my life.
	In frustration I called my new woman friend in Mountain City
and told her I would be in four hours early, did she want to meet me at
the airport after I dropped off my rental car. We could have a bite "or
something." She did and the "or something" turned out to be the first
flick at a drive-in movie near the airport, where she changed her
behavior. We necked and petted in a car without covering the windows.
But still, no skin-to-skin and nothing below the waist.
	My case of blue balls this time round set a new personal
record. I remember walking through the airport and getting on the 10:00
PM plane bent over, as if I was a man of eighty afflicted with
arthritis. I was also exhausted and faced a nine AM meeting the next
morning. My problem gradually subsided during the flight, even without
use of the plane's bathroom facilities.
	(Dear Reader, at this point the Mountain City woman disappears
from this story. To offer you some closure, I will tell you that after
her divorce was final she and I spent a romantic weekend at a dude
ranch in her state. Not only was she needy and sexy, she was close to a
force of nature. I have never been with a woman who orgasmed so quickly
and so frequently. Unfortunately, her talent quickly proved boring for
me. For her it was "in, out, orgasm", "in, out, orgasm", "in, out,
orgasm", time after time. I felt no sense of accomplishment in our love
making. Because her orgasms were so energetic, so total body, nearly
throwing me "out of the saddle" I had a difficult time setting up any
sort of rhythm to cum myself. During the weekend she usually had to
blow me to get me off. After the dude ranch experience I never called
her again. I later learned from my friends that she had remarried, to
a "nice fellow." I sincerely hope it all worked out for them. She was
one of the good guys.)


Chapter One, The Meeting

	The next morning the Capital City taxi driver had a hard time
finding the right state office building for the meeting. I found myself
walking up to the conference room about 10 minutes late, which was no
big deal, since my report was way down the agenda. However, missing all
the introductions at the beginning put me at something of a
disadvantage. I gathered that the woman who was chairing the meeting
was named Gerri. She was about 5'5", with a terrific body and a
experienced face with sharp features, maybe in her late 30s.
	Gerri ran the meeting with great dispatch, ticking off agenda
item after agenda item. Sitting next to her at the table was the state
program director, Sandy, a mousy woman I had talked to several times
over the phone. Occasionally Gerri and Sandy exchanged whispers. It
wasn't hard to figure that although Sandy had no vote in the Council
she was a major force. My conversations with Sandy had been pleasant.
She had been helpful, but very careful to appear "neutral", not
favoring one program over another, as the grants were to some extent
competitive. Sandy had "bureaucrat" written all over her, while Gerri
clearly was a person with a lot of street smarts.
	Just before my turn on the agenda the Council ran into a little
bit of difficulty. A representative from another program in the state
was reporting on a pilot program they were running and the numbers in
the report didn't add up. Gerri grilled the program's representative
quite thoroughly and sharply, making it clear that she didn't suffer
fools easily. It looked like it wasn't smart to get on her wrong side.
	I resolved to keep the b.s. to a minimum when my turn came. So
I just came clean, saying that although I hadn't had much time to
analyze what I'd learned at the program sites in Mountain State, I
didn't think they were doing things very differently than what we were
trying to do. Our lack of success may have had more to do with the
people we had delivering the service, the training we gave them and
with the conservative religious culture in some of the counties our
agency served. I asked for more time to prepare a full set of proposals.
	Most of the Council members thought that was an okay idea, but
Gerri questioned me pretty thoroughly before agreeing to it. I had to
promise to present that report to a Council meeting in three months.
Fine, I thought. In three months a lot can change.
	Gerri looked at the wall clock in the room and noticed that it
was 11:45, nearly time to break for lunch. She suggested that we all
adjourn to a nearby restaurant where, since the legislature was not in
session we probably could get a private room, and continue the meeting
over lunch. Then maybe we could adjourn early instead of dragging on
until our scheduled 5 PM end. At that point I couldn't care less. My
plane back to River City was at 6:30. It made no difference to me
whether I waited in the state office building or at the airport. I knew
almost no one in Capital City and at this point had no interest in
museums or other attractions. Was I in for a surprise!


Chapter Two, Lunch and After

	Gerri gave me a ride over to the restaurant. On the way I
learned that she was the program director at the University City
project and that she was a nurse by profession. She even volunteered
that she was 36 years old and divorced, with no children. In the car
she came across as cynical and witty, a little hard-boiled. She was
staying over in Capital City that night because the feds from the
regional office which had jurisdiction over our state were coming in
that night for a "by invitation only" planning meeting the next day.
While Sandy, the state director, was a stick in the mud, Gerri was good
friends with some of the feds and she was looking forward to a bit of
partying with them that very night.
	We got the private room and ordered from the menu. Gerri
restarted the meeting while our food was being prepared. She really ran
through the rest of the agenda items. It was clear that nobody on the
Council wanted to tangle with her, so what Gerri wanted, Gerri got. By
the time the food was served we were almost done with the agenda. She
kept the meeting going while we ate and got near the end before anyone
had finished lunch. Before she came to the closing items of next
month's time and place she took a detour, something completely
unexpected.
	"Say," she said, "there's a theater in town showing 'Deep
Throat.' Afternoon show starts at 2. I haven't seen it and would like
to. Anybody care to go with me?" I looked down the long table. What a
collection of strange looks! She was getting no takers. "Hey", I
thought, "it can't be that long a film. She's got a car and can get me
to the airport. Why not?" I raised my hand and said, "I'll go." After
that, Gerri adjourned the meeting.
	This was going to be a new one for me. I had never been to see
a porno film in a theater. Now I was going to see one with a woman I
hardly knew, at her suggestion. Intriguing. But, I had better be "a
gentleman" and let her make the first moves, if there were to be any
moves at all. I knew she was something of a feminist and figured she
would not appreciate some guy pawing her in the movies. Besides, she
had the car. If she didn't appreciate my behavior she could just bounce
out of there and leave me stranded. This afternoon would require a good
deal of self-discipline!
	Did it ever! After getting lost on the way to the movie, we
finally made it and sat down in an almost empty theater. The film
started. I think Gerri spent her time watching "Deep Throat." Mostly I
watched Gerri and sweated, and kept my hands to myself. As I did the
old blue balls started making themselves known again. "What an idiot
you are," I thought, "You keep putting yourself in one frustrating
situation after another.
	I don't remember much about the movie. What I do remember is
the torture of sitting next to a reasonably attractive woman in a movie
theater, watching a porno movie with all that sucking and fucking, and
keeping my hands to myself and away from my groin. It was torture. When
I glanced over to my right Gerri seemed quite engrossed in the movie,
but I didn't detect any hand or body motions that might have indicated
she was aroused. From time to time she leaned forward in her seat,
seemingly to get a better look at the screen. That seemed to be the
total of her reaction.
	Finally the movie was over. It was about a quarter to four and
my plane was at six thirty. I told her I should probably get over to
airport hotel where I had spent the night and where my luggage was
stashed, and then to the airport. "Fine," she said. "I'm going there
too. That's where I'm spending the night and where I'm going to meet my
friends from the regional office. I'll drive you there. Maybe we can
have a drink or two and then I'll take you to the airport." Sounded
good to me. We took off in her car.
	It had a short, relaxed trip to the hotel. We talked about the
movie, its little puzzles and its production values. (I guess I had
seen some of the movie after all.) All of a sudden I began to see that
Gerri had her fun side. When we got to the hotel she checked in and got
her room key and stowed her luggage in the room. I checked on my
luggage and it behind the front desk. We met in five minutes at the
cocktail lounge, where we grabbed a table, ordered some drinks and
began to tell each other our "stories." She talked about an early
marriage, no kids, a divorce after five years, and working as a nurse
in a university town. She finally moved into agency work and as her
competence asserted itself eventually was appointed the director of her
agency.
	I told her about my life; an early marriage, two kids,
seminary, working with small congregations, a messy divorce less than a
year before, and then a strange sidewise move into agency work because
I had been an advocate for the agency's mission while working as a
clergyman. She asked about the messy part of the divorce and I came
clean. I had "messed" with other women, a lot. My wife also had some
outside male interests, and this was supposed to be something agreed on
between us. But when I got less than discrete with my affairs, even
reckless, some folks in my congregation found out what was happening
and boy, did they get mad. At that point it all got too much for my
wife and we agreed that I should move out. I stayed on for a year and a
half, keeping my extra-curricular interests under cover, as it were. I
confessed that I still was not well connected socially in River City
and was missing that dimension of life badly.
	Then she started talking about her interpersonal involvements.
I suppose it was the movie and the drinks and the honest talk from me,
but she began describing her sex life, which, since the end of her
marriage had been varied indeed. Obviously she liked men, especially
men who knew who they were and weren't afraid to be with a strong
woman. It certainly sounded like she had had a lot of them; lots of
different kinds in lots of different circumstances. She confided in me
that the great love of her life was a certain psychiatrist she had met
while nursing. They had had an affair, but alas, he was happily married
and eventually broke it off because, as he said, "I don't want to
destroy my marriage."
	All of this was sounding very good, as if she was quite
available, and with three drinks under my belt she began looking better
and better. There might be a possibility of something developing
between us when next I journeyed to Capital City to report to the
board. But I knew it was getting late and when I looked at my watch I
saw it was five thirty. Uh-oh. "Gerri, we better pick up my luggage and
get me to the airport." She agreed and we started to get up from the
table. I moved close to her and said, "I'm sure glad I didn't try to
put the moves on you and satisfy my sexual needs. Otherwise I never
would have gotten to know you." She came even closer and whispered in
my ear, "That's fine about your sexual needs, but what about my sexual
needs?" Without a pause I said, "Well, why don't we take care of them
right now." "What about your plane." "There's always another plane," I
answered.


Chapter Three, Explosion on the Ground

	In fact we didn't even need the runway. We went on a take-off
roll in the elevator and the corridors of the hotel until we reached
her room. After some strong embraces and deep kisses, which she seemed
not too fond of, our clothes went flying in various directions and we
landed naked on the bed. At that point there was no need for foreplay.
I didn't even pause to admire her body. She spread her legs and grabbed
my arms, pulling me close, grabbed my cock and guided it to her juicy
cunt. All the tension of the past few days came to a boil, and after
only a few minutes of exquisite pumping I was ready. The wonderful
thing is that she was completely primed also. Even before my spunk
started boiling into her she starting bucking and moaning in an
enormous orgasm, which helped tick off mine. They were explosive,
satisfying, lifting us to the stratosphere.
	The flight was just beginning. After the explosion, we lay
together, lightly caressing each other's body and holding each other. I
held her breasts, which were medium sized and very firm. Her whole body
was very muscular, which came from regular workouts, as she told me.
Then from holding I went to rubbing her left nipple, and that got her
real interested again. She grabbed my other hand and led it to her
vulva. I took the hint and explored around there, dipping my fingers
into her cunt, sopping with our combined juices, and spreading them "to
the north." I found her clit easily, as it was very prominent, and
started massaging it with our organic lotions. Her right hand snuck
down to my organs. She cupped my balls and then gave serious attention
to my cock, which had not gone down to its "normal" state, but was
giving me clear notice that it was getting ready to enter the ring a
second time.
	Suddenly she got up on her hands and knees, thrust her ass in
the air and opened herself to me from behind. I knelt behind her and
entered her cunt easily. We started moving slowly, gently, with my hand
wrapping around to her front and fingering her clit in rhythm. Her left
arm moved between her legs and cupped my balls. We fucked and fingered
and fingered and fucked for what seemed like hours. She came several
times, not with the explosiveness of our first time, but with the
gentleness and the grace of a woman in full, satisfying bloom.
Eventually I too reached my peak, and dragging her hips toward my
pelvis I drove deep and deeper, planting my jism as far within her as I
could reach. It was a miracle. First times with each other and we had
had perfect sex. Clearly this was something special.
	The phone rang. As she went to answer it, I found my watch and
took a look. Seven o'clock. That had been an interesting hour and a
half, to say the least. Gerri was talking quietly on the phone, then
hung it up and turned to me. "My friends from the regional office are
here. They're having some drinks and are going to wait for us for
dinner. Have you got time to join us before the next plane?" "Gerri," I
answered, "I don't want to be in the way. I'll just get another room at
the hotel and find my way to the airport in the morning." "What are you
talking about? Isn't there another flight tonight?" As a matter of
fact, there wasn't. The six thirty was the last flight of the day, the
next one being at eight forty five in the morning. "Nope," I
replied. "That was the last one." "Well, that's good news," she
said, "you can stay here with me tonight. Now, I'm going to jump in the
shower, ALONE, please."
	Well, hit me over the head with a frying pan and call me a
scrambled egg! It had been a long time since I had gotten that kind of
an invitation. It happened to be very convenient. An extra night's
hotel room would have had to come out of my wallet. Agency executives
in small cities don't make fabulous salaries, to say nothing of the
child support that I was paying. Besides it seemed like I might get
lucky again. And, I was starting to feel very hungry.
	Gerri emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. "All
yours," she yelled. I took the hint. I didn't want to meet all these
new people smelling like sex. (Much later I learned that the moment
they saw me they had it all figured out. Gerri's sexual proclivities
were well known to them. From the way they talked about her in her
absence I guessed that she probably had been to bed with each of them,
male and female, and probably more than one at a time. But I didn't
know that at first meeting.)
	I had carried an extra set of underwear and socks in my brief
case and my shirt was still presentable, so after the shower I started
to get dressed. Gerri was ready to go. She walked to the door and
said, "Look for us in the lounge, or if they are starving, in the
restaurant." The door opened and closed. I was alone. It was an omen.
	When I came downstairs fifteen minutes later I found them in
the restaurant. There were three people with Gerri, two men and a
woman, all looking to be in their early thirties. She introduced me to
them and visa-versa. They were the regional program director, the
assistant regional council for the department and a policy analyst, all
from the regional office that awarded the state grants. Gerri told me
she had known them for a couple of years, ever since this new system of
federal to state to local agency grants had been established. The men
didn't seem to take themselves too seriously. It looked like they knew
that this assignment was just one more gig in a federal career job
ladder they were climbing. The woman policy analyst seemed very
serious, but then that was part of her job. Most of all, they seemed to
know Gerri very well, and they all were chatting away across the dinner
table, all about people, events and topics of which I was completely
ignorant. At least Gerri had saved me a seat next to her. But I felt
exactly like a fifth wheel.
	That's exactly how the evening progressed. I remember ordering
a dinner, listening to their conversation, putting my left hand on
Gerri's thigh as we waited for the food to arrive, feeling her hand
press down on mine briefly, as if to say "keep it there," and going on
with her conversation, about topics utterly unknown to me. This was a
new experience. At thirty-seven, for the first time, I was a boy toy.
The group made no effort to include me, even though I was the directory
of an agency with was an ultimate recipient of the grant money they
doled out. Not one of them directed a question or remark to me. It was
as if I was a non-person, just decoration for Gerri's presence. Looking
back on it, it was torture, but also very valuable in preparing me for
what would come.
	We had a leisurely dinner. Drinks and appetizers first, then a
full course meal. The four of them were having a wonderful time,
laughing and telling stories, between courses and glasses of wine. It
turned out that Gerri knew everyone in the state in our field, and knew
where most of the skeletons were hidden. Most of it was small stuff,
like the director who ordered a fairly large screen TV for "the waiting
room", but somehow it ended up in his office except during evening
appointment hours, when he wasn't there.
	I, on the other hand, was not having the greatest time. Oh, the
wine was fine and so was the food, but after a while that wasn't the
dish I was interested in. Gerri sat besides me, her proud breasts
giving notice of that incredible body. The occasional touch of her hand
on mine, which most of the time rested on her thigh, gave notice of her
continuing interest in my ministrations. All of that was fine, but as
my hunger for food waned, my male member waxed strong, so that by the
time we got to dessert I had a raging erection.
	All of this was somewhat surprising to me. I was 37. I thought
that my sexual peak was somewhat past. When I was 18 on my second
overnight with my 16 year old girlfriend we did it five times in one
night; an ego trip for me and something of an irritant for her, as we
knew nothing about lubricants. I had never again approached that pace.
While married, twice in one night was unusual. When I began
my "experimental" phase, at the end of the marriage and after, I did
occasionally go three times. When that happened it sometimes was with
more than one partner, in a frenzy of sexuality aided by the presence
of others and fueled by some good dope. Tonight I chalked up my body's
continuing interest to the frustration I had accumulated with the
Mountain City woman. Even blue balls can be a blessing in disguise.
	I have no way of knowing if our out of state visitors had any
inkling of the state I was in but I'm sure that Gerri did. From time to
time she whispered in my ear, "Just be patient. It won't be long now.
I'll make it worth your while." But it WAS long. Nine thirty and they
were still at it, and I was certainly in another place. At ten, with
the dessert behind us and with all of us refusing further refills of
coffee I finally said something, in a whisper to Gerri's left
ear. "Gerri, it's getting late. I have an early plane and you have an
early meeting. Isn't it time for us to get going?" "Just a little
longer," she cooed in my ear, and shifted her hand to brush my cock
with her fingers. Oh, she was good, she was practiced and she knew how
to get her way.
	At ten thirty, an after dinner drink behind us, we finally
broke up the party and said goodnight to the crew. I picked up my
luggage from behind the front desk. On the way to her room Gerri
whispered to me in the empty corridor, "You've been very good and I'm
going to make it up to you." I had no idea how seriously she meant it.


Chapter Four, A Long Day's Night

	She began by undressing me, bit by slow bit. I didn't get it at
first and moved to try to take her clothes off at the same time. "Uh-
uh," she said, "just me." So I stood there and cooperated as my jacket
and tie, shoes and socks, slacks and shirt, undershirt and underpants
were carefully removed and folded on a chair. Then she directed me to
sit in another chair and began a strip tease of her own. She was good,
really good. She teased one piece of clothing off, then held it against
her body and rubbed it back and forth in a very sexy way. Then, at just
the right moment, she tossed it aside and began on another piece. When
my arousal became extreme I started to rise from the chair. Without
stopping her dance she looked straight at me and said "Stay there." So
I stayed.
	I don't know how long the dance lasted. My erection grew and
grew. Finally she was nude, still shaking that incredible body, coming
closer and closer to my chair. Then she would brush her legs against
mine and move away, approach and brush and then move away. I figured
that restraint had served me well so far, I might as well try to stay
with it. My hands stayed at my sides and I watched as my insides boiled.
	Finally she came close, twirled around so that her lovely butt
was facing me and sat down on my lap. That was not the end of her
dance. She kept twisting and grinding, but now on my lap and my boner.
Finally she arranged herself with a split, legs over the arms of the
chair and sank down on my cock, bit by bit. She kept moving, moving,
moving, exciting me more and more. All at once she pulled off, turned
around so that her boobs were facing me and lowered herself on my pole
once again. With no objection from her my arms came up and my hands
held her back.
	I planted my feet on the floor and pushed to standing, with
Gerri still impaled on me. I danced us around together for a short
while, and then, before fatigue forced me to drop her I moved to the
bed, laid her on it and pressed down deep. As I did my mouth engaged
hers with a deep kiss full of tongue, and for the first time she fully
kissed me back. My hands moved to her ass, grabbed it and pulled her to
me with all my might, going deeper and deeper. Our public bones bumped
together, which seemed to excite her no end. As I was pushing up and
down and in and out she commenced to shudder as her orgasm began. It
seemed to go on forever. Then, to my surprise, my spunk boiled up
within me, and for the third time that day I came in a boiling,
shattering explosion.
	We crawled further up on the bed and got under the covers. An
alarm clock was on my side and she whispered "Set it for 6:30, please."
I did so, and expected that we would drop off to sleep right away, but
it was not to be. We spooned together, me at her back. She began to
talk, pillow talk, about her life and her men.
	She told me that she was out of the habit of kissing because
she had just gotten over a six month long mouth and throat infection
that had proved very hard to treat. During that period she had kept up
an active sex life, but had refrained from kissing, trying to make sure
not to transmit her infection to her partner. Finally, when she had
been through all the standard treatments two and three times they took
a throat culture. It came out gonorrhea. Guess how she contracted that?
Boy, was that doctor surprised. It was the first case of gonorrhea of
the throat he had ever seen.
	I told her I had been tested for gonorrhea and syphilis and was
free of them. She told me she was sure that was the case, as I was
a "nice, clean boy." I also told her that there was no danger of
pregnancy, as I was snipped. She was on the pill anyway, so we were
home free. She wanted to know where I had learned to fuck like that. I
told her that I had had quite a lot of lovers and that some of them
were very good teachers. One especially had taught me to restrain my
impulses and pay attention to my partner and her preferences and
desires. In the end my reward was usually greater, and I often got
invited for encores and repeat performances.
	She told me more about her life and experiences with men. Her
married life with a university graduate student consisted of nursing
work, keep house and cooking for him, while he studied for his Ph.D.
Every week or so they made love. She was bored to tears, but figured it
would get better when he got his degree. At least then, when they would
not have to rely on her income they could start having kids. Instead, a
year away from finishing he announced that he had fallen in love with a
younger graduate student and wanted a divorce. She moved out
immediately, enrolled in some nursing classes to start towards her
masters and started building a life.
	When the divorce became final the pill had hit the market and
she decided that, in addition to her work and her studies, she was
going to have some fun. Which she proceeded to do, meeting all kinds of
men and fucking many of them, not something that she had ever expected
to do, coming from a religious background and all. She found she liked
variety in men but hated any kind of violence. So she took some self-
defense course and started developing this tough, bright persona that
gave notice that she was not to be fooled with..
	She tried psychiatric nursing for a while, which is when she
met that psychiatrist she was so in love with. They worked side by side
in a psychiatric unit for six months and then started a torrid affair,
which lasted for about a year. Finally he called it off, realizing that
if it went any further his marriage would dissolve and he would become
an absentee daddy to his kids. She was devastated, but tried to go
along with it, even though they continued to work side by side.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any more, found a job out of state, 250
miles away and moved his family there. That ended the everyday tension
between Gerri and him. She still mourned the demise of that
relationship.
	While she had been talking my hands had begun wandering. First
they cupped her lovely bottom and then moved between her legs to find
her vulva. It was wet from our exertions, from her juices and my spunk.
I thought it was fun to play around in there as she talked. My fingers
found her clit, and I rubbed around and around it, never touching it;
teasing her as she had teased me so recently. It was just fun for quite
a while, nothing serious, until I moved my other hand to her bum hole
and started playing with it. Suddenly she gave a shake and started to
writhe on the bed. I dipped my right index finger into her front
wetness and then took it to her rear and commenced spreading the juice
around, every once in a while pushing my finger into her rear hole.
	She pushed her butt back against me and ground it into my
groin. All of a sudden my penis, which had been relaxing from its
recent exertions, sprang to life. Gradually I pushed one finger into
her rear channel, then two. I abandoned her front slit and moistened
the fingers of my other hand with my mouth and coated my cock as
thoroughly as possible. I pulled my fingers out. Placing my piece at
her rear entrance, pushed as hard as I could. In it went, with major
cooperation from Gerri. She was moving so strongly, so spasmodically,
that I had to grab my hands around the front of her hips to avoid being
dislodged. Gerri was vocalizing now, for the first time, syllables that
sometimes sounded like "Oh" and sometimes like "Ow". I asked, "Am I
hurting you?" She answered, "Keep doing it."
	Meanwhile, I was having the time of my life. Her back channel
was tight and the friction was incredibly stimulating. Gerri clearly
loved this way of doing it and was a magnificent partner, active,
accepting and considerate of me. Within a few minutes her body racked
convulsively, over and over again. That set me off and I shot my spunk
within her for the fourth time since we met. As we calmed down from our
peaks she told me she felt both pleasure and pain, and that the next
time we should definitely use artificial lubrication, as I was a little
thicker than average. In addition to good advice, which I certainly
used in the future with other partners, I was heartened by her allusion
to a future for us. While it was true that Gerri was a very different
woman than I had ever been with before, it was also true that we seemed
to have a true non-verbal sexual communication going. We even seemed to
be coming to like each other as friends.
	Feeling warm, I dozed off with my cock still up her rear. When
I woke up a few hours later to use the john we were still lying side by
side, but natural shrinkage had terminated our internal connection. In
the bathroom I washed up my groin and attendant parts, peed, washed
again and dried my hands and my nether parts. After I came back to bed
Gerri stirred and moved to the bathroom. I heard the water running,
then it shut off and, after a minute or so, Gerri returned to bed. And
did something that surprised me. She dove headfirst under the covers,
grabbed my cock, smelled it all over, then began licking it. More???
Apparently more! And my cock seemed to be willing. Well, tit for tat,
or rather cunt for prick, and we settled into a sixty-nine, which
proved quiet and stimulating. Clearly we were energizing each other. We
licked and sucked and both came to lovely orgasms, after which we fell
asleep again, for a while.
	Later, I got up quite thirsty, threw on my shirt and pants and
went out and got some Cokes from the vending machine. She was up when I
got back, was grateful for the drink, and started touching my body with
the half-full cold can. That led to a little tussle in bed, and then,
as it got serious, we put down our cans and did it again, quick and
hard in the missionary position.


Chapter Five, The Call

	We were awakened by the alarm clock. Six thirty. We were both
on our backs, arms extended towards each other. Our fingers touched,
she swung around over me and with no hesitation slid herself down over
my morning erection. She bounced on me deeper and deeper, yet so sweet
and languid. I extended my hand towards her button, flipped it
repeatedly, and she came, again and again and again and finally I
joined her in cumming. Seven orgasms for me in less than 24 hours.
Clearly we were incredible sexual partners for each other. As she
dismounted she whispered to me, "The girls of River City better watch
out for you." It was a great compliment, deeply appreciated. I had
curled on my left side and she moved around and lay next to me, in the
spoon position. We basked in the afterglow, not wanting to move from
the bed or each other.
	Then the phone rang. She moved to it and picked it up. It was
6:55, a little early for a breakfast call from her friends, but what
the heck. Gerri sat up on the bed with her back to me and after a few
words at the beginning just listened. After a while I asked her "Are we
meeting them for breakfast?" Gerri waved her right hand at me in a
clearly dismissing way, so I made my way to the bathroom, brushed my
teeth, showered quickly and started back to the bedroom to change for
my flight and the day. I remember reminding myself to get Gerri's
address and phone number.
	Gerri was unmoving, sitting on the bed. The phone was on the
hook. I walked around to look at her. She had the strangest expression
on her face, of utter surprise and what might be shock. "Gerri, what
happened?" "The doctor I told you about, the psychiatrist, he phoned.
He left his wife last night. He got my whereabouts from my assistant.
He wants me to come live with him and to marry him when his divorce is
final. I told him 'yes.'"
	There I stood, towel around an otherwise naked waist, listening
to my incredible lover of one night tell me that she was going to live
with another man. All kinds of questions bubbled up in my mind. "What
about us?" "Can I see you again?" "How can you leave what we just had?"
Although I was almost bursting, the questions stayed unvocalized. All I
said was "Congratulations!" I wanted to go over to her to give her a
little kiss, but as I began to move I saw the look in her eyes. Her
mind was in another place. I had become part of the furniture of her
former life, pretty much a non-person. It hurt, but I knew better than
to protest.
	I dressed quickly, threw what toilet articles I had used back
into my already packed luggage and prepared to exit the room. Gerri had
also begun frantic activity in preparation to leave. In order to give
her notice that I was going and the door would be open briefly I called
out "Goodbye, Gerri." She turned to me in surprise, as if unaware that
there had been another person in the room. "Bye," she said. I opened
the door, hauled my luggage through it and closed it. The night was
over and a new day had begun.


Epilogue

	A month later I got a phone call from Sandy, the state program
director. Because Gerri had resigned a vacancy had opened on the
Coordinating Council. The Council had asked her to sound me out about
my willingness to serve. This was just the kind of opportunity I had
been hired for, so I said yes immediately. The irony that I was now
filling Gerri's place did not escape me.
	So began monthly trips to Capital City, which lasted for a year
and a half. On one of those trips a few months later I met Naomi, the
woman who had been Gerri's second in command at the University City
agency. She was now directing the agency and, since it was one of the
largest programs in the state, she was also elected to the Council.
When we had a moment alone I asked her about Gerri. She told me that
Gerri never made that morning meeting with the federal representatives.
Gerri had phoned Naomi before eight o'clock, told her she was resigning
effective immediately, had driven home to University City, submitted
her written resignation, spent three days packing up her apartment and
had left for points east. Naomi had heard from her a few times since.
Gerri was living with her psychiatrist friend, was very happy, and was
planning to be married as soon as the divorce was final.

	Naomi was easy to talk to, seemed an understanding person, and
although she lived a very different life than Gerri, had been Gerri's
close friend. As we talked, my anguish at the strange end of this
incredible episode welled up in me. "Why," I sobbed, "why did we have
only one night? It could have been something so beautiful." Naomi
thought for a moment and then answered, "Sometimes the first time is
the best." Of all the explanations I have heard or thought of, Naomi's
is the only one that gives a modicum of satisfaction. Still, I
sometimes think of what might have been. Perhaps this little story is
just my way of mourning.



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