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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] "The Shortest Night" {Pendragon} (Mf rom 1st) [1/1]
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 06:10:04 -0400
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     This material is Copyright, 2002, Uther Pendragon.  All 
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     All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental.


                       The Shortest Night
                       by Uther Pendragon


"Just be gentle with her, man," Harold told his brother.

"Sheesh, Hal," Lance said.  "Why act the heavy, suddenly?"  Sam 
was the girl of dreams, the woman he planned to play in quartets 
with for the rest of his life.  She trusted him.  So why was 
*his* big brother acting like he was *her* big brother these last 
three days?

"Because she'd tell Lauren, for one reason."  Hal had only met 
Lauren through Lance, and her parents weren't exactly thrilled 
about her dating a college guy four years older.  "She's sure to 
think that your brother is as big a klutz as you.  The first time 
is special to a girl.  It's your first time, too, isn't it?"

"Well...."

"Look you can BS your friends at Interlochen that you have a 
harem back home, and you can tell your pals here that you went 
through the entire string section at Interlochen; but there is 
one person you shouldn't BS."

"You?  Why should I tell the truth to you?"  Hal didn't tell him 
the truth.  Leaving aside all the other stories, he'd claimed to 
have had Lauren on their third date.  Now he claimed that he'd 
never got to second base with her.  Lance had actually believed 
his brother's stories until his first summer at Interlochen.  
He'd retold enough of them there to figure out that Hal might 
have borrowed his stories of conquests, too.

"Not me.  Why should you tell me the truth?  Samantha.  You just 
tell her that you both are on a journey together.  You've read a 
few books, is all.  And that you're going to go at her pace.  You 
did read those books?"

"Sure.  For all the good it's going to do."  

"And you have our little friends."

"Four.  Think that will be enough?"

"One will be enough.  You're carrying three spares."  Lance 
wasn't sure.  "And get them back to me; I don't want Mom finding 
them in your pockets.  Have everything?  Let's go!"

"Just remember," Harold told him as they followed Sam's car, "you 
have all the  time in the world.  Treat Samantha like a Strad, 
not a fiddle.  Take it easy, kiss and pet like you usually do, 
just don't stop when you usually do."

"I swear, you're more nervous about this than I am."

"Well.  There's two things.  I'm nervous about my night, too."

"It's been years since Dad drove up to check on us," Lance 
pointed out.  "I don't think that you have much to worry about."  
Lance and Hal camped out on the mountain every solstice and 
equinox.  Sam's parents knew this, but not just where the 
mountain was.  So *they* weren't going to check up on their 
daughter.  The only hole in the story was that one set of parents 
thought that the brothers were camping out once again; the other 
set thought that Sam was camping with her friend, Lauren.  But no 
story is perfect.

"That's not it."  Hal was still being the practical big brother.  
"I might not be going to 'sleep with' Lauren, but I'll be 
sleeping right next to her.  This is an event in our 
relationship, and it is not dictated by the timing of our 
relationship, capish?"

"I understand."  Lance understood that Hal didn't appreciate the 
difference.  Lauren was Hal's current girlfriend; the night would 
be one more step.  Samantha was the light of Lance's life; this 
night they were sealing that relationship in blood.

"And then there is my WSC syndrome."

Lance had to laugh at this.  At the darkest hour of World War II, 
when the Wermacht had conquered a score of countries and England 
was next on Hitler's list, Churchill had been called to form a 
government.  He said that he had slept soundly for the first time 
in a month that night.  At last, the power to change things was 
in his hands.  Their father told that story, apparently out of 
the blue, several times a year.  Often, it was just after their 
mother, and -- much more recently Hal -- had expressed 
satisfaction for having some control of things.  "You want to 
direct my life as your own private porn movie.  No way Jose."

Soon they turned in to the last wide spot before the dirt road.  
Hal walked back to Sam's car.  Sam joined Lance in the jeep.  
They kissed.

"Nervous?" he asked.  She nodded.  "Trust me?"  She nodded again.  
"I love you."

He followed the Suburban as far as cars could go.  Then he got 
out and helped Hal attach a rope to the rock face to beside the 
trail.  The two of them carried up the tent and the space 
blanket.  Conscious that this process was being watched by Sam, 
he was glad that Hal treated him as an equal for this part.  They 
set the tent up in the usual place, across the hollow from the 
path.  They maneuvered the space blanket into the tent and lay it 
out over the floor.  They both went down again;  Hal's sleeping 
bag was still in the Jeep.

He carried up some of what Lauren had brought along.  You would 
think she was going to spend a week.  Sam needed to bring a bag, 
after all; she was going to be seen checking into a motel.  
Lauren didn't need anything but a sleeping bag.

Still, he placed her stuff in the tent for her.  She chucked her 
sleeping bag after.  Anxious as he had been to get this show on 
the road, he was somehow reluctant just then.  Still, it was time 
to get going.  "Gee, thanks, guys," he said.  Then he went back 
to join Samantha in the Jeep.

He drove back to the main road, and then down the road towards 
the motel.  Sam wasn't saying a word.  He noticed a motel with a 
vacancy sign as they passed it.  He was tempted to drive in.  
Well, he'd remember the place in case the one they'd planned on 
was full.

It wasn't; one worry taken care of.  The man at the desk didn't 
blink at his signing Hal's name, didn't even ask to see the ID 
he'd borrowed; another worry gone.  He got back in the Jeep and 
drove it to their parking spot.  Sam's shocking-pink Suburban was 
apparently the only one on the Front Slope.  He'd never seen 
another.  Any of their friends seeing it at a motel would jump to 
the obvious conclusion.

Hal's black Jeep Cherokee was just like a million others.  Nobody 
would recognize it, and -- if someone did -- they would think of 
Hal and not Lance or Sam.

They got their stuff out of the Jeep and into their cabin.  All 
the minor worries had been escaped.  Now only the major worry was 
left.

He kissed her again.  

She took a little time to get in the mood of the kiss.   When she 
was responding, he broke away to spread little kisses all over 
her face.  When Sam pushed him away, she disappeared into the 
bathroom.  Was she going to come out naked?  She hadn't taken 
anything with her.  Just take off her underclothes to make things 
easier?  His images necessitated an adjustment of his clothing.  
Since she couldn't see, he did it right there.  He heard the 
toilet flush and the faucets run.  Sam came back dressed as she 
had been when she left.

They kissed again until he grew uncomfortable with bending to 
reach her mouth.  He led her over to the bed.  She lay down on 
top of the spread and allowed him to remove her shoes.  He lay 
down beside her and leaned on his left elbow.  This time, the 
kiss was much more comfortable.  When his tongue invaded her 
mouth, hers met it.  

He finally cupped her breast with his hand.  It was so sweet and 
sexy, even through her shirt and bra.  He'd been resisting 
forever his need to touch her like that, since she'd got into the 
Jeep really.  She held his hand there; clearly he'd waited long 
enough.

He broke the kiss again to kiss all over her face.  He started 
unbuttoning her shirt when he arrived at her ear.  She shivered 
at his sucking on her lobe, but she always did.  Her hands were 
caressing his face, not resisting his.  When he moved to her 
neck, however, she pushed him away.

"I can't have a hickey," she said.

"I'll be careful."  She was right.  Bringing a hickey back from a 
date with him was grounds for teasing, not even scolding this 
past year.  Bringing one back from an overnight with Laurel would 
be something else again.  And their excuses wouldn't stand much 
scrutiny.  Her parents thought she was at the mountain; his 
parents thought that he was.  As long as nobody talked about it 
much, they wouldn't compare notes.

He returned to her mouth.  When he'd got her shirt unbuttoned, 
she pulled it out of her jeans.  "Mom was there when I got 
dressed," Sam said.  Finally, he realized what she meant.  She 
was wearing a utilitarian bra, not one of her sexiest ones.

"I've been looking forward to being with you, not with your 
clothes."  To tell the truth, he'd been looking forward to being 
with her *without* her clothes.  Maybe it was better not to 
actually say that.

"You're sweet."

He went back to her mouth.  When she relaxed into the kiss again, 
he rolled her over towards him and moved his hand back to her bra 
clasp.  She let him fumble with it.  When it came unsnapped, 
however, she sat up.  She removed the shirt and the bra before 
lying back down.

He kissed her mouth again.  This time, when he left it, he kissed 
down her neck and shoulder to her chest.  Soon, the trail led all 
the way to her nipple.  It was hard under his lips.  "Oh, Sam," 
he said, "Sa - man -tha."

"Oh yes," she said.  He moved over to the other nipple and she 
started unbuttoning his shirt.  When she got to the last button, 
he stood up to remove it and his teeshirt.  The boots would be a 
problem sometime, so he sat down on the edge of the bed to deal 
with the laces.  Sam ran her hands up and down his back while he 
did.

He didn't say anything until he got the boots off.  Then, "Two 
can play that game."  He turned her over, not that her resistance 
used all her strength.  He then pinned her down while he kissed 
up and down her spine.  

She laughed, and said "Help, help" in a very soft voice.

He had to laugh, too.  He flopped down on the bed beside her and 
let her turn over.  He cupped a breast in each hand.  She rose up 
above him and kissed him on the mouth.  It was even more fun that 
way.

Soon, she held herself up above him by her arms.  He scooted down 
in the bed to taste her nipples, alternating between them.  He 
cupped her butt through the jeans.  Soon, that was too much 
cloth.

"I want to take these off you," he said.  She flopped down on the 
bed on her back.  He leaned over to kiss her belly while 
unsnapping and unzipping her jeans.  Then he got up to pull them 
off.  He hung them on the back of a chair.

Back on the bed, he leaned over her legs to kiss them.  Then he 
stroked them while kissing her breasts.  Soon, he was cupping her 
mound through the panties.  She pulled his hand more tightly 
against her.

He raised his head.  "Oh, sweet," he said.  

He kissed down her torso to her belly.  He started to tug at her 
panties.  Suddenly she sat up.

"Just a minute," she said.  She had brought her bed bag in from 
the Jeep.  She took it into the bathroom with her.  He settled 
back, a little disappointed. The view of her walking around and 
bending over in just her panties was the sexiest thing he'd ever 
seen.  Seeing anything just wasn't as sexy as feeling her and 
kissing her.

When Sam came out, however, she was wearing a nightie.  It was 
white with little flowers, not designed to look sexy.  On her, 
just then, it looked sexy as hell.

"Oh," he said.  It was inadequate, but he didn't know what more 
to say.  She didn't look disappointed at his response.  He got up 
to meet her before she got to the bed.  They had a kiss.  He 
petted her breasts, then her butt, through the cloth.  When he 
reached under the hem of the nightie, he touched nothing but 
skin.  He deepened the kiss as he grasped her butt with both 
hands.

"You like?" she asked.

"I like!  This is delightful.  You are delightful."  Clearly, her 
mother hadn't watched her prepare the sleeping bag.  

She tugged at his belt.  He removed his trousers while she pulled 
the covers back and climbed into bed.  He hung his pants on the 
same chair that his shirt was on.  He moved that chair a little 
closer to the bed so that the shirt pocket would be within reach 
from there.  Dressed only in his jockey shorts, he climbed into 
bed beside her.  

This was new.  They'd petted before.  He had seen her naked, lain 
with her on top of various surfaces.  He'd never seen her in a 
nightie, never been under the covers with her.

"I love you, Samantha," he said.  Somehow, these words were 
needed to mark this occasion.

"And I love you, Lance."  They kissed.  For a minute, he kept his 
hands to himself; only their lips touched.  

Then he hugged her.  His tongue slipped between her lips and met 
hers.  One hand caressed her back; the other held her breast 
through the light cloth.  His thigh was between her legs, feeling 
them and the hair at their juncture.

He gently pushed her on her back.  Still kissing her, he petted 
down to her legs.  When his hand moved upwards between her 
thighs, she parted her legs and raised her knees.  He felt the 
fur.  Then he moved one finger between her labia.  

When he felt her wetness, he broke the kiss.  "Oh, Sam," he said.  
He resumed the kiss, invading her mouth again when his finger 
passed over her clit.  She gasped into his mouth.

He lay down on his left side.  His arm reached out beneath him 
far enough to reach the top of her breast.  Sam turned her face 
far enough so that they could still kiss.  His right hand 
explored her femininity.  Slowly, he stroked more of the moisture 
up to her clit.  He barely touched before he returned for more 
moisture.  Meanwhile he rubbed her nipple through the cloth with 
the thumb of his left hand.  

Delightful as the position was, he couldn't see how he could do 
anything more.  About when he was ready to change what he was 
doing, however, Sam began to pant into his mouth.  

Somehow, that response was more erotic than all the access he was 
enjoying.  He kept stroking her clit and all the surrounding 
region. 

Her breathing grew faster and more ragged.  He abandoned her 
mouth to tease her nipple with his lips.  The cloth of the 
nighties was thin and it let him feel the firmness of the nipple.

"Oh," she said softly.  "Oh, Lance."

"I'm here."  Where else could he be?  But it didn't sound like 
she was interested in some long disquisition.  

Suddenly, she was there, too.  Her legs fell straight on the bed.
She pushed her mound up against his hand five or six times.  The 
leg rising under his hand felt hard as rock.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.  She collapsed; 
her only movement was to push his hand away.  He brought his head 
back without any suggestion.  He took her hand in his, and kissed 
her arm.  Meanwhile, her breathing slowly calmed.

Finally, it was calm enough for a real kiss.  Their tongues 
tangled.  A minute later, she was pushing down on the waist band 
of his underpants.  "I'll do it," he said.  

He rolled away and eased the underpants over his rampant 
erection.  He pulled the condom packet out of his shirt pocket.

He touched the shoulder of her nightie.  "Yours," he said.  She 
pulled the hem of the nightie up from under her hips and then sat 
up.  He eased the nightie over her head.

The sight of her breasts was delightful.  She dropped down in the 
bed, totally naked.  He leaned over her and kissed her mouth and 
each breast.

"Now," she said.  She raised her knees and spread her legs.

"Just a minute."  He concentrated on the condom.  It was 
slippery.  She watched him while he rolled it on.  He tossed the 
covers down and got between her legs.  He kissed her once more.

He reached down to touch her, to spread her labia.  He moved 
forward, touched what was obviously the wrong spot, moved a 
little back.  He moved forward again, finally getting to her 
entry.  She held her breath.

"I love you, Samantha."  He pushed forward.  After an instant of 
something being wrong, he started to go in.  Even through the 
condom, it was an exquisite sensation.

The clasp around the head of is cock was like nothing his hand 
had ever provided.  I was smooth and warm.  It was even, not 
separate fingers.  He moved a little further.  "Okay?"  She 
nodded.

As he inched in, more and more of his cock was held in that warm 
clasp.  Finally, he was all the way in.  Her legs tightened on 
his hips.  "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine."

"Shall I move?"

"Please."  She had been lying with her hands down at her sides.  
Now she raised them to hold his back.  She let out a breath and 
drew in another one.

He moved back.  The sensations were everything they'd been 
before.  He moved forwards again, pushing all the way inside her.  
Then he began the in-and-out motion.  It felt strange; then it 
felt natural; suddenly, it felt inevitable.  He pressed into her, 
withdrew, reentered, faster and faster.  His orgasm built.  
Then, he drove into her, harder and deeper than ever before.  He 
pulsed and pulsed. 

He collapsed on top of her.  Her breath was next to his ear, her 
breasts were pressed against his face.  Somehow, he was outside 
her again.  He struggled up on his hands on either side of her 
torso and his knees between her legs.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she said.

He climbed out from between her legs, somehow a more complicated 
process than getting there had been.  He'd done it!  They'd done 
it.  "I do love you, Samantha."

She laughed. "I love you, Lance."  She said it easily.  There was 
no hesitation; neither was there any shortness of breath.  She 
obviously hadn't come.  Had she been hurt?  He looked at the 
condom, which was almost coming off his shriveled cock.  It was 
brimming with his liquid, but there didn't seem to be any blood 
on the outside.

He threw the condom in a wastebasket near the bed.  He lay on 
his side, and hugged her.

                              - = - 

He woke sometime later.  She was wearing her nightie again, and 
watching the TV from beside him in bed.  He struggled into the 
bathroom.  When he came back, he lay beside her with one hand in 
hers.  He tried to get interested in the TV show -- news, not a 
show he followed -- but he fell asleep too soon.

                              - = - 

When he woke in the morning, Samantha was on the other side of 
the bed!  He wanted to kiss her, but his bladder was more 
insistent.  When he was in the bathroom, he felt grungy.  His 
cock was sticky, for one thing.  He showered, regretting that he 
hadn't thought to pack a toothbrush and paste.  When he turned 
off the bathroom light, there was a dim glow from the shade over 
the window.  The sun was rising, had already risen over the 
mountain.

His return to bed woke Sam.  She gave him a short kiss, but 
soon struggled out of bed to the bathroom herself.  When she 
returned, it was clear that she hadn't forgotten her own 
toothpaste.  Still, she was willing to kiss him.

Kisses led to hugs, and hugs when she was wearing the nightie 
were even more sensual than when she was in her normal clothes.

When his hand went to her mound, she spread her legs.  "Are you 
sore?" he asked as he rubbed her labia.

"No.  Do you want to ...?  Did you bring another ...?"

"Really?  We could?"

"You look ready."  His cock quivered when she touched it.

He took the other three condoms from his shirt pocket.  He tore 
one packet off and self-consciously tucked the remaining two back. 
She watched again as he put it on.  They had a sweet kiss, his 
tongue chased hers.  

When he broke the kiss, she swept the sheets off the bed to the 
floor.  She lay down and spread her legs.  Again, he climbed 
between her knees.  He kissed each nipple once and moved to cover 
her.  "Let me," she said and grasped his cock.  He worried for a 
moment about the grease, but the sensation was too delightful to 
allow for distractions.  She placed him at her entrance.

He moved in.  She placed her hands on his butt.  "You're sure it 
doesn't hurt?" he asked.

"Just do it."

So he moved back and forth above her and in her.  Her hands were 
warm on his butt.  Her vagina was warmer around his cock.  Again 
the motions generated sensations which demanded more motions.  
Again he thrust deep into her and exploded.  

He struggled against the aftermath of fog.  Gasping for breath, 
he moved his weight off her.  He threw one arm around her before 
collapsing.  They lay like that for minutes.

"I love you," he said.

"I need a shower," she replied.  She got up and went into the 
bathroom.  He dressed in the same clothes he'd worn the day 
before.  Sam came out wrapped in a towel.  She gathered her 
clothes and returned to the bathroom.  Minutes later, she was 
stuffing her lovely nightie into her sleeping bag.

There were food smells coming from the diner as they loaded the 
Jeep.  "My mother will have a big breakfast ready," he said.  

"I know.  We can't afford to eat now.  Still, it smells good."  
That it did.  They checked the room to see that they had all of 
their belongings.  Then they pilled into the Jeep and drove back 
to the park.  They had to wait a few minutes at the bar across 
the road.

"I love you," he said.  "I'm going to miss you this fall."

"I love you, too.  Are you glad we did?"

"Oh yes!"  'Glad' hardly expressed it.  "And you?"  He was 
immediately sorry he'd asked.

"Yes."  She sounded sincere, if not overjoyed.  He was deeply 
conscious that she hadn't seemed to come either time.

Practicalities overwhelmed them when they got to the mountain.  
Soon, he and Hal had the tent packed back in the Jeep.  The last 
step was unstringing the rope.

He wanted to kiss Sam goodbye, but there didn't seem to be an 
opportunity.

When Sam's car had turned off, Hal reached his hand over in front 
of him.  He put the driver's license in it.  "The spare condoms," 
Hal said.  Lance took them out of his pocket and handed them over.  
"Two?"

"Yes, two."  Let Hal make what he wanted out of that.

"You broke one!  I just hope that Lauren doesn't think I'm as big 
a klutz as my brother.  Maybe Sam won't tell her."


The End
The Shortest Night
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net

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