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Subject: {ASSM} (new) Rendezvous pt.I (oral, anal, rom)
Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 15:10:02 -0400
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     This story is fiction, but that doesn't necessarily mean that some
of it isn't based on actual events.  If you are under age or under
spells, whatever your locale says that is, then please leave.  You
must.  We mean it.  This story is copyrighted under 17 USC Section 102. 
Do not use it without express permission.   Any similarities to that of
living people is pure coincidence... no foolin'.

                                                                       
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      Comments would really be appreciated, especially by fellow
writers, but by readers as well, as you are more or less the "target
audience", both criticism(hopefully constructive) and praise.
(But go easy on me... I'm relatively new here.)

contact danmetallo@peoplepc.com





                             Rendezvous           

      It started out as a typical Saturday, with not much going on 
except a couple of phone calls that weren't of any consequence.  
Lounging on my sofa, listening to some music, and reading "Catch-22" 
seemed like a proper way to allot my time. Steely Dan was wafting 
through the speakers when there was a soft tapping at my door.  I sure 
as hell hoped it wasn't some damn Jehovah's Witness trying to sell me 
Jesus.  Jesus isn't for sale, as far as I know, and a theological 
discussion with some naive rube from Arkansas wasn't at the top of my 
dance card.  I turned the music down a bit, and hurriedly pulled on a 
shirt and opened the door.

      "Hiya Danny!! Surprised?!" she exclaimed, a smile lighting up her
enchanting face.  I stared at her dumbfounded, and a grin eased onto my 
face.  Beth was a very pretty woman who I was "involved with" in 
college.  She was 27 years old, stood about 5 feet 7 inches tall, and 
weighed approximately 125 lbs.  She had long chestnut brown hair that 
hung to an exquisite ass, firm pert breasts that were wonderfully 
shaped, about a 34B,  long slender legs, and a rather angelic face.  
She was sort of shy when we first met, but that dissipated fairly 
quickly as she met more people and matured intellectually. She 
eventually became something bordering on assertive.  

     "No, not at all.  I've been expecting you, Beth,"  I told her, 
the wide grin on my face strongly hinting at the veracity of my claim.  
"You look very lovely,"  I expressed, looking into her blue-gray eyes.  
She was as beautiful as I had remembered her, perhaps even more so.  
Beth had usually dressed fairly casually when were attending school 
together, and today was no exception.  She had on a pair of old 
military-surplus fatigues that served to accentuate the alluring shape 
of her ass, and a simple white t-shirt that made it quite clear that 
there was no bra between her pert breasts and the thin cotton shirt.  
Her perky nipples made their presence known from beneath the light 
shirt, subtly pressing through the material.  I realized at that moment 
how much I had missed her.  It had been going on five years since I 
last had seen her elegant face.   


     In the not-so-distant past when we were both attending the 
University of Arizona, we would spend countless hours talking history,
philosophy, and a broad range of other topics,  and I believe that we 
both came to appreciate each other's intellects and varied senses of 
humor.  Beth possessed a sense of humor that consisted of large 
portions of irony and sarcasm,  and her rapier wit had humbled many an 
opponent.  Many men seem to be put off by a woman with a strong 
intellect, especially one greater than their own, but I was initially 
drawn to Beth because of her cerebral nature.  Of course, it didn't 
hurt at all that she was attractive and alluring.  I still distinctly 
remember when the relationship transcended mere intellectual 
appreciation.  

      We were walking home in no hurry from the U of A library in our 
sophomore year, casually discussing a mid-term exam that was 
approaching in one of our more difficult philosophy courses, and 
without warning she took my hand into her soft grasp.  I was rather 
surprised by this spontaneous event, as ours had been a connection 
with platonic roots up until that point, although I doubted that we 
would have denied a sexual attraction.  

      After Beth took my hand, she looked at me with something 
resembling a mix of love and ardor in her eyes, and brought her pretty 
face very slowly towards mine.  She smiled softly at me as she swept 
her hair away from her face, then hesitantly kissed me with her soft 
lips, very tentatively at first, then with increasing passion as she 
eased her tongue into my mouth, seeking out my own.  It was tender. It 
was sensuous. It was loving. 

      I pulled her close to my body, feeling her firm breasts pressed 
against my chest, experiencing her warmth while I kissed her deeply, my 
tongue dancing rhythmically in her mouth.  I remember the clean smell 
of her hair.  I recollect the seductive nature of her subtle perfume.  
We paused from our unanticipated embrace, looking intently into each 
other's eyes.  We then turned in unison, and slowly continued on our 
way in silence with slight smiles on our faces, my arm around her 
shoulders.  When we got to her door, I kissed her very tenderly on her 
soft lips as I eased my arm around her petite waist.  I reluctantly 
turned to walk to my apartment, elated at what had just transpired.

      I pondered that initial kiss all of the way back to my small
college-ghetto apartment, and into the evening, mulling over where it 
might lead.  Beth's feelings were the same as mine I thought, at least  
hoped they were.  I just didn't want to overstep any unspoken 
boundaries, as I regarded her as an unparalleled friend first and 
foremost.  She was intelligent, she was stimulating, and she was 
beautiful in my eyes, and if I could tell anything from the leers that 
she received whenever we ambled across campus together, she was pretty 
hot in a lot of other guys' eyes as well. 

      Over the next several months, it became rather apparent where 
this romance was evolving.  We began to gradually transform into a 
couple as time progressed.  We went to the campus bookstore together 
when we needed to, we would go to various restaurants and fast food 
franchises occasionally, and we unfailingly went to our common classes 
together daily.  We hung out on weekends at my apartment, listening to 
Steely Dan, Elvis Costello, and alternative radio, among other things.  
We also happened to have in common an avid inclination for the blues.  
There was a definite shared predilection for each other.  

      We hugged and kissed considerably more, in private initially, and 
we gradually became more public with our affections.  We profoundly 
enjoyed each other's company, and both of us sought out one another on 
an increasingly frequent basis.  That eventually led to an evening 
where Beth found herself alone at her off-campus apartment, as her 
roommate Monica had left for Cabo San Lucas for spring break.  She 
called to invite me over to her place at 8 o'clock that evening for, 
"maybe some coffee, a few drinks..." she giggled, then added 
cryptically, "and whatever."  I imagined that I heard her grinning 
through the phone.  
  
      After showering, shaving quickly and throwing on some cologne,  I 
got dressed and walked the reasonably short distance to her apartment. 
I proceeded with a leisurely pace to her house, debating whether I was 
just imagining the implications that I thought I heard in her voice on 
the phone.  Beth met me at the door, and after a warm and inviting 
kiss,  welcomed me into her house.  She was dressed casually, wearing 
tight faded Lee jeans, a loose fitting skull-and-roses Grateful Dead 
t-shirt (she was somewhat of a Deadhead), and was barefooted.  I 
thought I could discern the outline of erect nipples beneath her thin 
cotton shirt.  In my somewhat biased eyes, she was simply beautiful.

      "Hiya Danny.  It's great to see you.  Come on in,"  she said 
softly with a shy smile, and eyed me at the door.  "How are you?" she 
asked me with an appealing twinkle in her eye.  "Gee...  you're looking 
quite dapper... got a date after you leave here tonight?" she teased 
playfully, referring rather facetiously to my weathered jeans and a 
somewhat tattered Elvis Costello "My Aim Is True" t-shirt.  "That is, 
*if* you leave here," I thought I heard her whisper under her breath, 
and I was pretty sure I had understood what she had said.  I kept 
whatever I might have had to say to myself.

      "Hey Beth.  I'm pretty good.  Thanks for asking.  It's damn good 
to see you as well, babe,"  I said, putting my arm around her and 
kissing her softly on the lips as I entered the house.  "And thank you 
for the comment on my clothes, babe; I didn't want to outdress you,"  I 
kidded her with a grin.  She answered with a practiced smirk and a 
toothy grin.  "Still listening to Jackson Browne, eh?"  I asked her 
rhetorically as I found myself listening to "Late for the Sky" 
emanating from her speakers, and looked to see her nod her head and 
softly smile.  Beth had a certain fondness for early seventies music.

     We also shared a mutual interest in the sixties.  Beth was drawn 
to acid rock and the alternative lifestyles, i.e., "hippies", while I 
was more attracted to the political upheavals of that era, particularly 
the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968, the Weather 
Underground, and Huey Newton and the Black Panthers.  I had wanted to 
be a revolutionary back in high school, despite the fact that I 
realized even then that the pension plans for freedom fighters were 
somewhat less than ideal.  I decided to go to college to sort out my 
political leanings, among other things.  I waited two years before I 
entered college, as I went on a two year "self-discovery" period.  In 
that time, I decided what I wanted to do.  Namely, I wanted to be a 
writer.

     The room had the vaguely sensual scent of jasmine enveloping it, 
and I looked to see a stick of incense burning in an ashtray, sending 
up plumes of fragrant smoke.  There was a pleasantly mellow ambience in 
the room.  I noticed a fine-looking calico cat, and her name was 
"Peckerwood", based on my conversations with Beth, walking warily 
around the room, eying me nervously.  I'd always wondered why she had
 named her female cat Peckerwood.  

     "Would you care for some fresh coffee, babe?  I have some pretty 
nice coffee from Sumatra that I just brewed.  Sumatra Mandheling.  I 
just put the beans in the grinder just a moment before you arrived," 
she told me as I sat on her sofa.  Coffee was another subject that we 
shared in common.  We both purchased our favorite varieties and ground 
our beans fresh, just before brewing.  Our early "coffee dates", where 
we would sit and discuss books, current affairs, with her even 
indulging me as I talked about baseball, provided a sturdy foundation 
for our alliance.  We simply enjoyed talking to one another.  In fact, 
we seemed to *fascinate* each other.  I noticed that she was looking at 
me in a manner that was different from what she usually did.  I
 wondered what the significance of her assessment was.

     "Yeah, I'd appreciate that.  Thank you.  I can smell it.  It has a 
nice rich aroma to it.  And it looks as if you have great taste in 
art," I pointed out, alluding to the Dali prints adorning her walls.  
When she returned with the hot coffee, she sat down rather close to 
where I was sitting, and I slipped my arm around her shoulder, pulling 
her even closer to me.  She was wearing a small amount of subtle 
perfume, and the effect was pleasing to me.  It seemed to me that 
there was a bit more of the usual sexual tension between us in the 
room, and that's quite a statement, because Beth and I seemed to exude 
sort of a physical affinity.  As she extended her hand for her cup of 
coffee, she turned to me and smiled brightly.

     "Well, I don't know about art, but I know what I like," she 
kidded, looking me in the eye as she said it, and I thought that I saw 
a flirtatious glance.  "Actually, those prints are Monica's, honey. She 
brought them along with her from Oregon," she informed me, referring to
her strange roommate from Eugene.  "I'm having a few problems writing 
this paper for that course 'History of American Foreign Policy,
1945-to-Present'.  I think I'm doing okay in the class as far as tests 
go, but this paper is a significant portion of my grade.  I think I 
have a topic, but I'm having a little trouble with my thesis.  Didn't 
you take that class?"  she inquired as I reached for my coffee, taking 
a sip of the hot caffeinated liquid.

     "Yeah, I took it.  I did pretty well in the course too, if I say 
so myself... and I just did," I quipped with a smile.  "He's a great 
professor.  He got his doctorate at UC Berkeley.  In fact, he's why I 
took the course.  I've taken several of his classes.   Are there still 
a lot of ROTC recruits in that class?"  I asked her, and seeing her 
nod, continued after taking a quick sip of my coffee.  "I believe that 
I wrote mine on the withdrawal of the French after Dien Bien Phu, and 
the resulting political mayhem that occurred in the years following the 
attack, leading to our increased involvement.  I mean, at that time, in 
1954, we only had a few quote/unquote 'policy advisors' over there,"  I
explained to her.

     "Yeah, the Domino Theory and all that," she remarked in a manner 
bordering on sarcasm.  She deliberately turned to me and grinned.  "But 
he is a good professor. I really like him.  I do have to take a 
boatload of notes when I'm in his classes though.  I was thinking of 
doing my paper on the issues surrounding the Tet Offensive.  It was 
one of the turning points in the Vietnam War, wouldn't you think?" she 
asked me as she pulled a small vial from her jeans.

     "Well, it was certainly a turning point in the American perception 
of the war," I said to her while trying to eye the vial with my 
peripheral vision.  "And Johnson decided not to run a mere two months 
later.  Good ol' LBJ.  1968 was a pivotal year in American history as 
far as I'm concerned, and I think that the '68 Convention had more than 
a little to do with it," I stated, and as my curiosity got the best of 
me, I asked,  "Umm, what's in the vial?" 

     "Oh, this?" she asked me with an innocent look on her face, then
mischievously grinned at me as she slowly shook the small vial back and 
forth.  "Well, I guess I should tell you that it happens to be some 
prime Hawaiian marijuana... Kona bud, to be specific.  A good friend of 
mine brought it back from the islands," she informed me with a slight 
smile on her face, then continued.  "I haven't smoked any of it yet. I 
was planning for this to be sort of a 'special' night, so I was 
wondering if you were interested in partaking with me," she grinned, 
putting her hand lightly on my thigh as she did so.

    "Really? I really didn't think that you got loaded," I told her, 
looking at her incredulously while considering the many meanings of 
'special', and loving the feel of her hand on my thigh.  I had given 
some thought to the possibility of Beth getting high, especially with 
her fondness for all things  "hippie", but had purged that thought from 
my head when did so well in her classes.  "Wow.  I haven't 'partaken', 
as you say, in a couple of years.  Hmmm... what to do?"  I looked over 
at her lovely face, breaking into a grin.  "But with you?  Sure, let's 
burn one.  I'd be honored to get stoned with you.  And you'll be here 
to take care of me, right?" I asked her with a smile.

    "Sure, I'll take care of you, babe," she said with a seductive 
smile, and after pausing to kiss me with more than a little passion, 
went on.  "Actually, I haven't smoked any reefer since I was a senior 
in high school, but I thought it would be rather fun to share what 
could be a rather intimate experience together," she commented with a 
sly smile, looking at me intently, and I didn't miss her reference to 
'a rather intimate experience'.  "So, do you think you could manage to 
roll us a joint, babe?   And before you say anything about it being 
wasteful, I just thought a joint would more properly 'set the mood', as 
it were," she added while smiling widely, got up to go toward the 
kitchen, then sat a couple of beers on the table.

     "I think I can manage, babe,"  I smiled and told her as I wondered 
just what she may have been 'setting the mood' for.   "You may not have 
known this, but I'd been a joint man back when I got high.  Let's see 
that vial and the papers, sweetie,"  I smiled, and after she gave them 
to me,  I took a drink of my beer and began to prepare the smoke so I 
could roll a bone, as it consisted of some rather compressed sticky 
sinsemilla buds.  

      "You look like you know what you're doing when it comes to 
rolling joints, Danny.  If you don't mind me asking, why'd you stop 
smoking dope?" she inquired.  "Did you get busted or something?" she 
asked me, then took a small sip of her beer.  

      "Why, thank you, darlin'.  Thank you very much," I told her with 
a smile, taking a drink of my own beer.  I had always been sort of 
proud of my ability to roll a competent bone.  I observed her grinning. 
"Actually, no, I didn't get popped, although I came awfully close to it 
a time or two.  Ask me about it sometime," I advised her. 

     "I think this will be pretty neat, you and I getting loaded 
together," Beth commented, looking me directly in the eyes, leaning in 
and adding in a stealthy whisper, "and I get somewhat horny after 
smoking dope, you know."  She tittered nervously as she did, before 
kissing me with a tender passion on the lips.

     "What a coincidence!  From what I can remember, I get reasonably 
randy after I get high as well,"  I told her with a wide grin on my 
face as I finished rolling the joint.  "Maybe we'll be able to work 
something out between us,"  I laughed as I handed her the bone.  I was 
becoming very interested in where this little dialogue might be 
heading.

    "Perhaps we shall," she said with a sly grin. "Why, thank you so 
very much, kind sir!" she commented with a mock British upper-crust 
accent added to her voice, and I held a match for her to light the 
joint. "Whoa! This tastes like some prime reefer here," she commented 
after holding in a long slow draw on the joint, and passing it to me. 

    "You're right. This does taste like some very good smoke," I told 
her after  taking a healthy toke from the joint and handing it back to 
her.  It had been quite a while since I had smelled the odor of 
marijuana so close to me, and the sensation brought back many fond 
memories.  "Umm, how are you feeling, babe?"  I asked her while 
running my fingers through her sweet-scented hair, curious as to how 
the smoke was affecting her.

    "You might not believe this, honey, but I'm getting there already," 
she told me with a silly grin on her face after she had held in her hit 
and passed it to me.  Although on Beth's face, it really didn't look 
"silly".  It somehow looked sexy.   In hindsight, I think I might have 
been trying to imagine what her breasts looked like.  Without the shirt 
in the way.  We continued passing the bone back and forth and as it got
progressively smaller, I took a few drinks of my beer.  

     "It's getting pretty small," I pointed out to her, and proceeded to 
take a lengthy hit of the joint.  I was quite pleasantly stoned, and was
enjoying myself immensely.  I continued to undress her with my eyes.

     "Yeah... that's what *she* said," she quipped with a devilish 
grin.  As I passed the joint back to her, I noticed that her eyes were 
beginning to redden.   "I think this thing is spent, babe,"  she 
declared,  and set it down in the ash tray.  She stared at her Beck's 
for several long moments, transfixed by the geometric patterns formiing 
by the condensation on the bottle, then asked "Where is Bremen,
honey?"    

    "It's in northern Germany.  Somewhat close to Hamburg, a port city 
on the North Sea," I informed her casually.   

    "Sounds pretty reasonable.  It's sort of the same way in the 
United States.  New York City and Alabama are pretty much on different 
planets,"  she laughed, and after looking into my eyes, kissed me 
tenderly, subtly teasing my upper lip with her tongue. I felt her begin 
to sensitively run her fingers up and down my back, and my already 
erect cock responded.  "Take your shoes off... stay a while," Beth 
instructed with a mysterious grin on her face.

     "I hear that, babe.  I've spent a couple of days in NYC and I've 
been to Birmingham, but I can't say that I've sampled the food in 
either place," I related to her after kissing her lips softly, and set 
about to removing my Pumas.  "No, check that.  I had a pastrami on rye 
at some deli near Washington Square Park one time.  But you're right, 
though,  there seemed to be completely different, umm... attitudes, if 
you will,"  I concluded, feeling as if I had made somewhat of a 
cultural statement.

     "You might be right.   Myself, I don't care much for the South... 
maybe it's a cultural thing," she declared, and stretched out on the 
couch and laid her head on my lap.  "You don't mind, do you, babe?  I'm 
feeling kinda drowsy," she looked up and asked me, smiling innocently, 
and she wrapped her dainty hand around my back as she lay her head on 
my lap.  I looked down at the sight of her slender body laying on its 
side, with her jeans highlighting the alluring curves of her firm ass.  

     "Umm, I hope you realize that I might 'rise to the occasion', if 
you catch my drift,"  I informed her with a wide grin, alluding to the 
likely consequences of my cock being so close in proximity to her face, 
not to mention her mouth. 

     "I hope you realize that it's not as if I was exactly oblivious to 
your rather painfully obvious erections,"  she told me with a chuckle.  
"Sheesh!  Did you possibly think that I was under the impression  that 
you had a crescent wrench in your pocket pressing into my belly?!  I 
*knew* you were glad to see me," she told me, giggling as she did, then
continued as I observed her with a wide grin.  "And quite frankly, I 
was flattered.  I think the world of you.  You've let me proceed in 
this alliance at my own speed.  You've never pressured me once to go 
any farther than I wanted to go.  You've let me define the parameters 
of this relationship, babe.  You've respected me in every way.  In 
fact, despite my limited experience in such matters, I'm pretty sure 
that I... well, there's other way to say this... I'm pretty sure that I 
love you, Danny," she said, looking me directly in the eyes, and I felt 
an instantaneous tightening in my chest.  There was an uncomfortable 
pause in the conversation while we both considered what she had just 
said. At this point, I think I would be best depicted as "pleasantly 
dazed".  In retrospect, I must have suspected it -- but to hear her 
actually *say* it was quite a different story.  Quite a different story 
indeed.  

     "Yes, I'm quite sure of it.  I'm in love with you,"  she said 
rather unexpectedly, looking up into my face for a response.  I wasn't 
really certain of what, if any, emotions were showing.  "I hope you 
aren't alarmed, but you're intelligent, you're really funny, you're 
kind, you're informed, you tend to be gentle, and, last but not least, 
you're pretty good looking," she finished with a radiant smile as she 
moved her head upwards to kiss me sensuously on the lips, and by 
looking into her eyes I could sense that she had meant every word that 
she said.  I was quite exhilarated.

     "But it *was* a crescent wrench, babe... how did you know?"  I 
joked, stalling for time as I wondered what I'd say to her after her 
stunning revelation.  "And I *was* glad to see you. Very glad.  And I 
think the world of you as well, honey.  You're very intelligent, you're 
loving, you're kind, you're polite, and, you may think I'm going out on 
a limb here, but you're quite beautiful to me.  You really are," I told 
her, looking to see her blushing slightly as I spoke.  "And although I 
have only one or two past experiences to compare it with, you can rest 
assured that I love you as well, girlfriend,"  I told her sincerely, 
pulling her up to me and we engaged in an ardent kiss, sharing our 
tongues, our lips, our passion.  I lazily stroked her hair as she 
reposed her body to the couch, laying her head on my lap, "I do love 
you, Beth,"  I assured her, and looked down to see her beaming 
radiantly, "and I'm in love with you as well,"  I concluded frankly.  
There.  I said it.  It seemed as if a tremendous weight was lifted off 
of my shoulders.  On the other hand, I could just eliminate all of the 
melodrama and just say that it felt good.  And it did.  It felt good.

     "You know, I think that the two of us had sensed that we both 
loved each other, but that both of us knew of the impending 
repercussions.  On one hand, you are looking forward to law school at 
the U of A, while on the other hand, I'm planning to get my masters 
degree at UC Berkeley," she told me, reaching up to gently caress my 
hair. . 

     "Yeah, I know that Beth, and I've given that some thought as well.  
Who's to say that you couldn't get a job here?"  I posed the question 
to her, thinking my logic was sound.  I hoped.  I was pretty ripped 
myself.  "And who's to say I couldn't come out there," I blurted out 
before I had really known what I was saying.  

     "That's definitely possible, but do you know what?  We have a 
couple of years or so until we cross that bridge," she pointed out, 
looking me in the eyes as she went on.  "I suggest we stop worrying so 
much about the future, and simply enjoy each other now.  Enjoy the 
moment, as the maxim goes.  Do you have any objections to that?" she 
said to me while grinning nervously.  "Man, I'm higher than a jaybird!" 
she exclaimed joyfully with a wide grin on her face, then abruptly 
stood up and grabbed my hand.  "C'mon... I have an idea," she 
instructed me with a soft smile rather mysteriously, and after she took 
my hand in hers, I followed her wordlessly as she led me down a hallway 
to the door of what I assumed to be her room.  "C'mon in... lover," she 
said rather huskily, tittering nervously as she opened the door to her 
room.  Her matter-of-fact use of the term 'lover' thrilled me.  The 
room definitely had a counterculture feel to it, with Peter Max and 
Grateful Dead posters tacked to the walls.  There was a Jimi Hendrix 
poster hanging on the wall as well, and she even had one of those 
'Desiderata' posters up.  The room held a faint trace of strawberry 
incense, as if it had been recently burned there, and it had quite a
 pleasing effect overall.  A small flickering candle on her dresser 
provided the only light in her room, with the end result being that the 
room had an almost eerie glow to it.  I noticed a futon in one corner 
of the room, and she nudged me toward it.  "Sit down, sweetie.  Make 
yourself at home.  Do you like my room?" she asked softly as she sat 
down on the edge of the futon.  As I watched, she lit a stick of 
incense, which I was presuming to be strawberry.  I could have been 
wrong, however.

      "What's not to like.  It's definitely you, babe," I told her.  
"And do you mean by 'make yourself at home' that I can take off my 
shoes and socks and throw them randomly around the room?"  I kidded 
her, and seeing her engagingly smile, joined her by slowly easing 
myself to the thin mattress beside her.  As I reached the soft bedding, 
she pulled me close and kissed me warmly, wrapping her arms around me 
gently and easing to the bed, pulling me on top of her. 

      "Help me take off my top," she whispered breathlessly while 
looking lovingly into my eyes, and I was quite pleased at the 
direction this thing appeared to be heading.  I reached down and 
loosely grasped the bottom hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head 
as she held her arms out, and cast it aside.  As I expected, her 
breasts were superb.  They weren't large ponderous breasts, which I 
consider rather cumbersome, but her breasts seemed so... elegant, for 
lack of a better term.  Conical is the word that comes to mind when I 
try to attach a descriptive term, but that isn't quite accurate.  
Perhaps 'economical' would be more apt, as in 'more than a handful is 
a waste', and they seemed to defy gravity.  Her breasts projected out
inconspicuously from her chest with small dime-sized areolas, with nice
prominent nipples jutting proudly upward, and her creamy mounds of 
flesh contrasted sharply with her deeply tanned body.  I quickly 
removed my own shirt,  leaning into her to kiss her tender well-formed 
lips as she pulled me tightly to her body.  Her perky nipples pressed 
into my chest, and our breathing quickened considerably.  I kissed Beth
passionately, sliding my tongue between her slightly parted lips, our 
tongues intermingling excitedly in our mouths, and maintaining eye 
contact as we did,  expressing the desire within our eyes. 

     I moved the kiss from her soft lips, lazily meandering across her 
face to her lithe neck, lightly sucking and kissing the smooth skin I 
found there, and she began to ease her fingers through my hair as I 
hesitantly continued to her delicate breasts.  I kissed all over her 
small firm breasts, licking and gently nibbling her erect nipples, with 
her dainty fingers pulling more urgently at my hair, and her murmuring 
almost inaudibly.  Her legs had subtly separated on the futon, and I 
found myself between them as I kissed, nibbled, and licked across her 
flat belly, teasing her navel with a tapered tongue.  I looked up into 
her captivating eyes, and she was looking toward me with a serene smile 
on her face.  As we exchanged loving gazes, I brought my hands to the 
top of her jeans, and I worked the button free and her zipper down.  I
positioned my grip to the sides of her pants, and with concurrent nods 
of our heads, she lifted her hips slightly off of the futon, and I took 
my time leisurely removing her pants, drinking in the enchanting view.  
In the dim light, her panty-clad body appeared lovely, and I was quite 
sure that it would have held up in the full light of day.  Her panties 
hugged tightly to her hips, and despite the reduced light, the wet spot 
on her underwear was evident.  I found myself aware of the sensual 
aroma arising from her womanly charms, and it was a seductive essence.  
I started to undo the button on my jeans in the first act of shedding 
them, but then her hand rested on mine.  Beth looked at me and made a 
simple request.  "Don't," she said. "Let me."

     She stood up abruptly, and gently pushed me onto my back, looking 
at me with a sexy smile as she worked to undo the button on my jeans.  
When the button was free, she slowly pulled down my zipper, and moved 
her hands to the belt loops on the side of my pants.  I looked at her 
and smiled, lifting my hips, and she inched them down, then removed 
them from my legs.  She immediately stared wide-eyed at my rising 
swollen shaft, unrestrained by the constraints of boxers or jockeys.  
It seemed as if she wanted to say something, hesitated a few moments, 
and then decided against it.  Instead, she tentatively moved her hand 
toward my stiff rod, and she then wrapped her fingers lightly around 
it.  I was watching her dainty hand, and from where I was lying, it 
seemed as if Beth was acclimating herself to the texture of my 
hardness.  She gazed over into my face, wearing only a soft smile, and 
with her soft hand initiating a gentle motion up and down the throbbing 
length of my cock.  The sensations that I was experiencing from her 
hands' introduction to my pulsing shaft were varied.  They were 
sensuous and thrilling, there were elements of passion and desire.  

      All of her tender stroking had caused a somewhat large drop of 
pre-cum to accumulate on the swollen head, and she stopped what she 
was doing,  bringing her finger to the swollen head of my hard prick.  
Beth lazily smeared the slit on my cockhead, gathering up my pre-cum, 
and she looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes, bringing her finger 
to her pursed lips.  In one smooth motion, she tasted my juices, then 
slid her finger seductively into her mouth.  As she pulled a clean 
finger from her mouth, she locked onto my eyes, and casually shrugged 
one shoulder and tilted her head, as if to say, 'What was all the fuss 
about?'  I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on Beth's forehead 
and upper breasts, and her pert breasts glistened in the soft light.  
I took in the enticing view of her standing in front of me, and I 
reached out my hands to her panties, hooking my thumbs in her scant 
covering and easing it slowly down her slender legs.  She was standing 
in front of me naked, and as I appreciated her nude form,  I thought I 
could scarcely make out a crease between her legs before she quickly 
eased into bed beside me.

 We lay side by side, looking into each other's faces, and Beth leaned 
in to kiss me, taking my face in her hands as she delivered her tongue 
between my welcoming lips.  I situated my hand on her slightly rounded 
hip, feeling her perky breasts resting against my chest, and sucking 
softly on her tongue as it danced wildly in my mouth.  My hand 
eventually wandered to the junction of her thighs, where the narrow 
spread of her legs was gradually widening, and she commenced to 
kissing and lightly sucking upon my neck.  I moved my fingers slowly 
to her finely-haired pubic mound.  She was still sucking on my neck 
with inspired fervor as I lazily ran my finger along the glistening 
lips of her dewy slit, and I knew then that I had to taste her.  I 
gently dipped a finger into her tight slit, and she stopped sucking 
on my neck to gasp softly.  Looking into her exuberant face, I brought 
my finger to my lips, tasting her piquant juices, and she paid 
deliberate attention to me licking her juices with enthusiasm.  I 
returned my hand to where her legs met her body, and slowly ran my 
finger up along the length of her puffy lips, avoiding her erect clit 
purposely.  

One finger was inserted into her wet grasping pussy, then two 
fingers, and I started a slow rhythm within her.  She pulled my face 
down to her lips and kissed me with smoldering need, darting her tongue 
in and out of my mouth.  Taking her face in my hand while softly 
stroking her hair, I kissed her in a manner skirting on bawdy.  I 
repeatedly thrust my tongue into her mouth, only to be lustily greeted 
by hers, and gradually eased my face away.  Kissing and licking my way 
to her pert breasts, I focused on one of her perky nipples, then the 
other, and  bathed them lovingly with a flattened tongue, softly 
sucking upon them.  Conceiving of an unbusied approach to sucking and 
nibbling across her flat stomach, I carryed it out, and brought one 
hand to caress her taut breasts, while the other moved lazily towards 
her dewy slit.  As I reached her hollowed navel, I searched it with the 
tip of my tongue as my hand meandered to her sparse pubic mound, and I 
brought two fingers upwards along her very wet pussy.  I slowly moved 
my fingers within her pouty lips, feeling how wet she had become, and I 
kissed and nibbled toward her wispy-thin triangle.  Feeling her hands 
on my head, delicately urging me downward to the source of her fragrant 
essence, I gladly accepted her hint, moving my head between her 
widespread legs.  I appreciatively took in the sight of her soaked 
pussy, and as I inhaled her fragrant bouquet, I noted the widespread 
lips of her labia, gleaming in the paltry light of the flickering 
candle.  I moved to kiss her inner thighs, both of them, kissing and 
licking all the way to where her legs met her torso, but not yet 
touching her dripping pussy.  


*To be continued in Pt. II*


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    Adieu,
    D.B. Metallo

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