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 This is a work of fiction and any similarity to any person(s) living
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 Copyright (c) by El Gato, 2001 el_gat09@hotmail.com
 
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 Thanks to Denny for his editing, his talents are much appreciated.
 
 El Gato
 
 
 The Server m/f, 1st, Rom
 By El Gato
 
 (OK, I know the title is a stretch, but enjoy.<G>)
 
 My brother was getting married. His judgment sucked, as usual, but
 he couldn't see it. I tried to talk him out of it, even threatened
 to speak out at the part where 'If any should know cause' part. He
 just said he'd pound me. Pound me! Hah! *I'm* the one the sensei
 has teaching the younger kids, and my brother thinks he's going to
 pound me. Funny.
 
 The one bright thing about this little get-together
 was my brother's future sister-in-law. She's cute, and articulate,
 and laughed at my stupid jokes. She even told me she didn't think
 this marriage was a good idea. How come the younger siblings are
 often the more mature ones? Go figure.
 
 "Johnny! I need to talk to you!" My mother broke my musings.
 
 "Here, mom. I'll be right there." I shouted so she could hear me.
 We've got an intercom, but nobody uses it. I guess it's just more
 fun to shout at people.
 
 I ran downstairs to the living room, where mom and dad were both
 waiting for me. Uh-oh, this didn't bode well. "Umm... What's up?"
 
 Mom spoke first. "Danny told us you were threatening to disrupt his
 wedding--is this true?"
 
 I looked sheepishly between them, "I was just trying to talk some
 sense into him. You know this isn't going to work. He should have
 married Jennifer, not dumped her for Kathy." Jennifer was his last
 girlfriend.
 
 Dad spoke up, "I know you think that, son, but he still has to live
 his own life. We can counsel him, and try to protect him, but the
 final decision is his own." Dad held up a legal document of some
 sorts. "We also have to protect the family. To this end I persuaded
 Kathy to sign a prenuptial agreement. Everything that can be done
 has been done, so let Danny make this decision without any more
 worries."
 
 Mom broke in, "I see you understand, but please promise me you won't
 say anything during the ceremony. You've never broken a promise not
 beyond your control, and I want your promise."
 
 "OK, mom. I promise." I smiled at her. "No surprises from me."
 
 "Thanks, Johnny. I knew you'd understand." She came over and hugged
 me. "Now, remember, I want you to keep your tux on after the
 ceremony. You and PJ will be part of the serving line at the
 reception, and her mother and I want you both to look good." PJ was
 Kathy's little sister. In response to my groan of pain, "Don't be
 that way, you look so handsome in that tux, and I want to show off
 both my sons. OK?"
 
 Dad chuckled at my plight, "Tell you what. If you do this for your
 mom, I'll let you have some champagne. You'll be eighteen in a
 couple of months, and it's time you were allowed to join in as an
 adult. Fair?"
 
 "Thanks, dad!" I was grinning ear to ear.
 
 That night during the rehearsal I got to talk some more to PJ. She
 was sixteen, liked Mozart, Chopin, and rock-n-roll. She read sci-fi,
 and thought that the 'new' Star Trek wasn't as good as the original.
 She also thought her sister was getting married for the wrong
 reasons. We agreed on a lot.
 
 Danny grabbed me after the rehearsal, and gave me a ride home. We
 talked some more. "Look, I know you think Kathy is the wrong girl
 for me, but I love her. Mom also said you've promised not to say
 anything. Thanks for that, this means a lot to me."
 
 I shrugged, "Dad talked more sense to me than mom did." I punched
 his arm, "I still think it's your funeral, bucko." Grinning at him.
 
 He laughed, "Thanks, kid. Or not so much a kid, anymore." He grinned
 back. "Oh, I was supposed to give this to you." He handed me a gym
 bag. "Dad said I was to give you one of the *small* bottles of
 champagne for helping out in the serving line. I snagged a magnum
 for you, instead." He was really grinning, now.
 
 "Thanks, Danny." Sometimes my brother could be all right.
 
 The wedding went without a hitch. The groom and his groomsmen
 (myself included) all looked dashing in their tails. The bride in
 white, her bridesmaids in backless dresses looked very sexy and
 beautiful. PJ had to wear a matching shawl to cover her bare
 shoulders, her mother thought she was 'too young' to wear such a
 dress. With the spaghetti straps around the neck holding up the
 plunging neckline, she looked good showing some cleavage and soft
 curves.
 
 She took my arm, giving it a squeeze, and I escorted her down the
 aisle to the exit. After the pictures, I grabbed PJ, "Let's go, I'll
 give you a ride to the reception."
 
 She said, "OK, let me grab my bag." On the way out the door, PJ's
 mom was staring at us. PJ stuck her tongue at her, and grabbed my
 hand to pull me along.
 
 In the car, I had to ask, "What was that about?"
 
 "Oh, mom and dad don't let me date, or even hang around boys. I'm
 still too young, according to them. They won't let me date until my
 senior year. That's nearly two years from now!" I could see the
 frown from the corner of my eye.
 
 "Was your sister the same way?" I asked.
 
 "Yeah, and she went wild in her senior year. Drinking and parties
 all the time. I'm pretty sure she did some other stuff, too."
 
 I couldn't follow up on that, we were at the house. "I'm parking
 away from the house to make room for all the guests. Let's go get
 set up in the serving line." We dropped her bag in the hall closet,
 and met the caterers.
 
 The next couple of hours were spent serving the guests as they came
 off the reception line. With the hot food and all the people
 parading through the dining room, it was pretty warm in there. I was
 sweating like a pig. PJ was a little better, her dress was a light
 silk, but the shawl she was forced to put back on by her mother made
 her mad.
 
 "It's stupid. I'm hot, and she makes me wear this shawl!" she hissed
 at me during a lull.
 
 "Just be grateful you're not wearing a tux!" I whispered back.
 
 When it looked like the last of the line was approaching, I handed
 PJ a plate, "Grab some food, and follow me! The caterers can finish
 serving the last people." It was time to disappear before mom found
 something else for us to do.
 
 PJ followed me, but looked funny at me when I went into the hall
 closet. I pulled the cloth shoe rack aside, revealing a door. I
 opened it, motioning her to precede me into the basement. I closed
 and locked the door behind me; you could just hear the music
 starting to play outside. The basement was cooler, finished and
 carpeted, with some stuff I had brought down over the years to make
 it a nice place to hide. An old couch, covered with a couple
 blankets, was in front of a TV/VCR in the corner. A low table had a
 few empty pop bottles in front of the couch. There was a fridge and
 deep freezer against one wall, my punching bag hung from the center
 of the room. My free weights and a small chest of drawers were at
 the far end of the basement, next to the door to a small bathroom.
 
 "All the comforts of home." I motioned to the room.
 
 "Neat." PJ put her drink and plate on the table, then took off her
 shawl. "God, I'm glad to get out of that." The dress clung to her
 breasts, and I felt myself twitch.
 
 I set my plate down, and took off my jacket and tie. "Me, too. Uhmm..
 do you mind if I take off my shirt, too? I'm still hot."
 
 "Go ahead, I don't mind." She grinned at me. "It's funny. My mom
 wouldn't say a thing about you taking off your shirt, but I can't
 take off my shawl because I'm too young."
 
 "I know, but she just doesn't want to have to deal with all the guys
 leering at your sexy dress." I leered at her exaggeratedly.
 
 She blushed, "Do you really think I'm sexy?"
 
 I smiled warmly, "Yeah, you're a very beautiful girl, PJ. Very
 sexy." I walked over to the fridge and got out a chilled flute with
 the champagne bottle.
 
 "Please call me Patricia, PJ sounds like a kid's name." She saw the
 magnum, "You're having champagne! Can I, like, uhm, can I have some
 too? Please?"
 
 "Sure, I think it's OK." I retrieved a second chilled flute. The
 bottle opened with a satisfying 'pop', and I poured two glasses of
 the bubbling liquid.
 
 We toasted our good fortune, and wished our siblings luck in their
 new life together. The meal was delicious, and the magnum half-gone
 when we finished due to our thirst. I could feel a good buzz, and
 Patricia (not PJ anymore!) was feeling it as well. I took our
 disposable dishes and popped them into the trashcan, and when I
 turned around noticed Patricia shifting her weight back and forth on
 the cushion. Then she reached under it and pulled out a couple of
 magazines I had stashed there.
 
 Oh shit! I thought. "I, uh, I don't know if you should see those,
 Patricia." Busted, I thought. These were some hard-core rags that
 showed men and women in various sexual acts, from oral to anal; even
 some kinky stuff.
 
 "Oh, wow!" Patricia had opened one up. "I've never seen anything
 like this! Even Kathy never gave us stuff like this to look at.
 Wow!" As I approached, I could see down her dress. Her nipples were
 hard. She looked up at me. "Do you think, I mean, would it be OK if
 I, uhm, could I look at these? Please?"
 
 I had to force myself to look at her face. "I'm not sure. I mean,
 you've never seen any dirty magazines of any kind?"
 
 "Well, sure. I've been at sleepovers where somebody brought some
 girlie magazines, and even some with men in them. Some even had
 stories that were pretty hot, but I've never seen any pictures of
 people actually 'doing it' if that's what you mean." She was looking
 back at the magazine. I was looking at her breasts.
 
 Blame it on the champagne, but I sat next to her. "OK, I guess you
 can look at them with me."
 
 We looked through the magazines and Patricia periodically made
 comments like, "His penis looks so big, but it fits inside her." Or
 "It's in her bottom, he's got his dick in her bottom!" One picture
 had a woman on her knees with the man behind her, the look on her
 face one of ecstasy. "Wow, that must feel really good to her." One
 picture had a different woman with the guy's dick down her throat,
 "Some of my friends say their boyfriends really like that. Is that
 true? Do guys really like that?" she asked me.
 
 I swallowed trying to get my voice, "Uhm, yeah. Guys like that. Some
 women do, too." I meant that women liked giving head, but she took
 it differently.
 
 "You mean like, sucking on a woman's pussy? Women like doing that,
 too?" she looked incredulous.
 
 "Well, yeah, but I meant that women liked going down on guys. It
 makes them just as hot as the guys to do it." I smiled as she looked
 at me with wide eyes. "And lots of guys like going down on girls,
 too. The girls seem to enjoy it, as well."
 
 "Carlotta, my best friend, says she likes to swallow when her
 boyfriend comes. The other girls all thought it sounded gross, well,
 most did." She drank some more champagne. "I'm not sure if it's
 gross or not. Have you ever had it done to you?"
 
 I drank some more champagne, as well. "Yeah, but she just used her
 hand to finish me. It felt OK, but was kind of messy. I think she
 just wanted to make sure I lasted longer the second time, you know?"
 
 "Huh-uh, what do you mean?" she asked.
 
 "Well, the first time a guy comes can be pretty quick, and girls
 need more time to come. So she made me come quick so I would last
 longer when we made love. Now, however, I think we just had sex. She
 didn't really love me, and I was just a horny boy looking to get
 laid. I went down on her, and she came, but I didn't know enough
 about love to understand."
 
 "Do you still see her?" She almost whispered this.
 
 "No. I caught her and another guy doing it at a party. It was kind
 of ugly, and I haven't dated seriously since. Just some fun dates,
 and a little petting; but nothing hot and heavy." I was feeling a
 little bummed, and refilled our glasses.
 
 Patricia was looking at me and chewing her lip, "Would you date me?
 If you had a chance to, I mean?"
 
 I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. When I pulled back,
 her face was dreamy, "I'd love to date someone as pretty and sexy as
 you."
 
 She was worrying that bottom lip, again. "Kiss me again, Johnny.
 Please?"
 
 I leaned over, and she closed her eyes. Our second kiss was as soft
 as the first. The next kiss our tongues caressed each other, and I
 thought I heard her moan. As we continued to kiss, I gently put my
 arm around her, and softly touched her exposed skin. She turned
 toward me, and I felt her hands rest lightly on my thigh. I placed
 my free hand gently cupping a breast, and she pushed forward. I
 could feel the hard point in my palm. I lightly squeezed, and she
 moaned again; my thigh felt her grip tighten and relax rhythmically.
 She broke the kiss, and laid her head on my shoulder, I felt her
 sigh.
 
 I moved my hands behind her, stroking the softness that was her
 skin. She kissed my neck. "That was wonderful."
 
 I hugged her. "I thought so, too."
 
 She tilted her head back, her eyes searching my face. I tilted my
 head, and began kissing her, again. We kissed for some time, my hand
 roaming, caressing her arms and sides. Her breasts. Her hand
 tentatively reached out to touch my side and chest, moving softly
 enough that I had to fight to stay still. Her other hand lay
 kneading my thigh.
 
 I pulled back, and she licked her lips. "Wow."
 
 "Wow, indeed." I replied. "I'm feeling a little hot and sticky now,
 though. Sweating in that tux I probably lost a couple pounds."
 
 She snuggled up close, again. "I don't mind. I wish I could take a
 shower, though. It was hot being the server for Kathy and Danny's
 reception. My clothes are all sticky."
 
 I pointed to the door at the other end of the basement. "There is a
 fully functioning shower behind that door. The chest of drawers has
 towels, and clean sweats and tees. I put your bag in the closet up
 those stairs, remember? Go grab a towel, I'll get your bag, and put
 it in the room just inside the door. OK?"
 
 She gave me a soft peck on the lips. "Thanks, that sounds great."
 Then Patricia headed to the shower.
 
 I went up the stairs, pausing at the top to listen for anyone in the
 hall closet. The music from the wedding dance was evident, but not
 overly loud. I grabbed Patricia's bag and relocked the door. I
 stopped at the TV and put it on a cable channel that played soft
 jazz, and turned the volume down so it wasn't too loud.
 
 I knocked on the bathroom door, and called out. "Patricia, here's
 your bag." I could hear the water running in the shower.
 
 Just as I opened the door to place her bag inside I heard, "Johnny?"
 
 "Yeah?"
 
 "You can come in, if you want to. OK? I'd like it if you did, too."
 
 I set the bag on the floor and stepped inside the small bathroom. It
 was crowded in the room, the shower was just to the left of the
 door, and the toilet to the right. A small vanity and sink was
 directly in front of the door. Patricia's clothes were folded on it.
 I could see her form behind the glass as she let the water run over
 her.
 
 She stepped to the door, and opened it. "Join me. Before I lose my
 nerve. Please?"
 
 I left my slacks in a heap on top of my shoes, then stepped into the
 small shower. I pulled her to me for a kiss, and she giggled into my
 mouth as my erection poked her middle. As we kissed, she moved me
 around her into the warm water.
 
 She stepped back from the kiss. "Let me wash you. I want to touch
 you so bad."
 
 I just smiled and nodded to her. She soaped her hands, and started
 with my arms and chest. Then she motioned for me to turn around. I
 felt her wash my shoulders and back with a soft firm touch as she
 moved lower. She rubbed and fondled my ass, "I think you look sexy,
 too." First one hand, then the other grazed my balls when she washed
 my thighs.
 
 "Turn around," she breathed.
 
 I turned around, and she was on her knees before me, looking
 directly at the first erection she had probably seen in the wild.
 She took me in her hands and stroked gently up and down while I
 fought to maintain control. One hand released my cock and gently
 hefted my balls, as if testing their weight. I groaned at the
 sensations. She looked up at my face and smiled.
 
 "Lean back into the water."
 
 I leaned back and the water sluiced the soap and sweat from my body.
 I could feel her hands stroke down my chest following the water,
 then holding my hardness in a soft caress.
 
 "Look at me."
 
 I looked down, effectively blocking the water with my head and
 shoulders. She was holding my erection with both hands, still on her
 knees before me. "How can someone so small in a submissive posture
 at my feet have such control over me?" I thought.
 
 Leaning slightly forward, she circled my glans with her tongue. Then
 she looked up at me. "Do you *really* like that?" she asked.
 
 "Y-yes." I croaked out.
 
 She looked back at my erection, and again circled the head with her
 tongue. Then she slowly moved her hands up and down, jacking my
 shaft. A large drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit, and she cocked
 her head to one side examining it. Then her tongue lifted it from
 the sensitive tip with a long swipe. She tilted her head, again.
 
 "Not bad tasting. A little salty, but a little sweet, as well."
 
 Then she took me into her hot mouth as her hands retreated down the
 shaft. She looked up at me, and I could feel her tongue rubbing the
 sensitive area below the head while she watched my eyes slit, and my
 chest heave from the sensations. I had been on the edge because of
 the pictures, and this girl's presence for some time. I wasn't going
 to last long, at all.
 
 "I'm going to cum, soon. If you don't want a surprise, you'd better
 pull off." I warned her. I could swear she just looked up at me and
 grinned around my erection. I held onto the top of the shower and
 the wall, trying to support myself. Her hand gently cupped my balls,
 and then I came.
 
 The first blast took her by surprise a little, her eyes bulged some,
 but she gamely kept her tongue pressing softly against the sensitive
 part of my cock while I filled her mouth with cum. I shot four or
 five times, my hardness expanding to pump my seed into the
 receptacle of her mouth as her tongue laved me. I think she
 swallowed some, but pulled off and spit the rest on the shower
 floor.
 
 She looked up at me, and gave my shrinking member an impertinent
 lick. "Did you enjoy that?"
 
 "That was incredible! You can do that to me, anytime!" I gasped.
 
 She rose, and I took her into my arms and tasted myself in her kiss.
 I reached back to turn off the water. It was a good thing dad had
 installed a hot water on demand system, or it would have run out
 long ago. We stepped out of the shower, and dried each other off.
 Wrapped in our towels, we walked holding hands to the couch. I sat
 next to her, and our lips met again, hungry for more. I held her in
 my arms, while she had one arm at my waist; the other on my now
 naked thigh.
 
 I pulled back slightly, and grasped the top of her towel. "May I?" I
 asked. Patricia nodded, and lay back to allow me to lie half upon
 her. I lavished attention on her still-budding breasts, moving from
 one to the other. Her hand held lightly upon the back of my neck as
 she murmured her approval. I felt her body softly shuddering as I
 suckled her.
 
 I moved lower, and sensed her tense up, her knees held tightly
 together. I kissed the top of her mons, her trimmed bush still
 youthful in appearance. "I'd like to taste you, as you did me." I
 nuzzled between her thighs, and she parted them to grant me access.
 I moved my body between her legs, and kissed my way to her cleft.
 Parting her lips with my fingers, I used the point of my tongue to
 traverse her from bottom to top. Her stomach muscles rippled as I
 flicked across her clit, bringing it out of its hood. I pulled back
 to look at her, and could see her hymen, a ring of thin flesh at the
 entrance to her inner sex. I savored her aroma and returned to
 licking her lips, lightly pushing my tongue within her every now and
 then. I watched her breasts jiggle as her chest rose and fell with
 each raspy breath. Lightly rubbing her labia with my fingers, I
 moved onto her clit, sucking gently while my tongue did a rapid-fire
 dance across it. Her hips drove sharply upwards, her voice started
 high pitched moving to low guttural, as her orgasm overtook her. My
 lips softly sucked at her, my tongue circled her hood, as she shook
 inches above the couch. Then her body crashed down, exhausted. I
 kissed my way up her body, detouring at an erect nipple, to hold her
 and caress her while she returned to earth.
 
 Roughly she pulled me against her, crushing our lips together, her
 essence still on my lips for her to taste. Her nipples were hard
 points in my chest as our tongues danced, my pulse quickened yet
 again. Already partly tumescent, my member became fully erect;
 lodging at her entrance. Patricia went suddenly rigid beneath me
 when she felt it.
 
 "Wait!" She gasped, pushing up at me.
 
 I placed my finger across her lips. "I'll not steal your virginity
 from you, Patricia. I'm not a rapist, either. Reach down between us
 and move me away from your vagina." She took one hand from my
 shoulder, moved it down, and grasped my cock in her hand. "I told
 you that you were a very sexy girl, and I do want you. You have to
 want me, too, if I'm going to do more than we already have. OK?" As
 I spoke to her, she visibly relaxed.
 
 She kissed my finger and I moved it. "Johnny, when I met you I
 thought you were a hunk, and dreamt about being alone with you. This
 past week during rehearsals and preparation for the wedding when we
 got to talk, I got a bit of a crush on you because you're so easy to
 talk to." She moved the head of my cock up and down, rubbing her
 labia. "I even fantasized about having you here like this. I'm just
 a little scared by it now that it's real. Would you be my first? I
 know you'll be gentle, and not hurt me. Not more than it has to
 hurt, that is."
 
 I kissed her softly, "I want to make love to you, darling. Do you
 really want me?"
 
 She softly squeezed my shaft, "I want you. Just hold me and kiss me
 some more, then make love to me, Johnny."
 
 I kissed her while her hand continued to tease us both. She raised
 and spread her knees, making herself open to me. I could feel the
 pre-cum pour out of me in a stream, making her lips even wetter than
 before. Placing my hardness at her gates, she tugged at the shaft,
 then moved her hand to my back. I rose up to look at her face, she
 was chewing her lip, again.
 
 "Ready?" She nodded.
 
 I lowered myself to kiss her, and thrust my hips forward. Her eyes
 flew wide, and she sucked in a sudden deep breath. I held still
 within her, half my shaft still outside her body. I gently lay down
 upon her, still supporting my weight.
 
 "Are you all right?" I whispered in her ear.
 
 "I, I'm, I'm OK. Just hold me a second. It HURT! But it's going away
 some, too." She pulled me fully down on her.
 
 I held still for a while, then gently moved my hips, starting to
 make love to Patricia. Each time more of me entered her, she softly
 whimpered, but never pushed me away. When our pubic bones met, I
 held myself against her and gently rocked. I sensed her relax, and
 began moving. My strokes were slow, but insistent. I could feel the
 tightness and heat of her sugar walls gripping me like a hot warm
 glove. Soon she began to move beneath me, meeting my strokes with a
 tilt of her pelvis to make it feel better for her. Too soon, I could
 feel my balls rise, my own release coming upon me. I stroked deeply
 within her, holding there as pulse after pulse entered her center.
 Patricia gasped in my ear, and pulled me deeper. We held each other
 close as our passions cooled.
 
 I lifted my weight from her, and kissed her, once more. "I'm sorry I
 hurt you."
 
 She was looking intently at my face, "It's OK. It didn't hurt that
 much, and it started to feel good at the end, too. And when you came
 in me, it felt so warm. I love the feeling of you inside me when it
 throbs and pulses like that." She reached up and kissed me quickly,
 "I want to do this again before we go back home next week. Just not
 right now, OK?"
 
 I smiled at her, "Anytime you want me, I'm yours."
 
 We cleaned up, and I held and cuddled her until late that night. We
 talked as well, and she didn't want me to promise to stay faithful
 to her, or not see any other girls. I explained that I wasn't
 exactly interested in any other girls just then, but she told me she
 would understand, no matter what. "Just promise me you'll write me,
 and never forget me. OK?"
 
 I promised. And I never break a promise.
 
 Finis
 
 Please send any comments, constructive criticism, and/or suggestions
 to El Gato at: el_gat09@hotmail.com.
 Flames will be cheerfully ignored, unless I decide to format your
 hard drive.
 


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