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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Love Lessons by Virago Blue  (MF Rom)
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 22:10:04 -0400
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Virago Blue asked me to post a Classic story she recently revised
for our Rom Festival. I was happy to do it and pleased to have one
of our more famous Rom authors join in on this occasion.

KM



Love Lessons
(C)1999 by Virago Blue
This story may not be reproduced without the written
permission of the author, Virago Blue.  Slight changes
have been made to the text. 6/2002


      Gina Donatela-- headstrong woman of hard-won
independent means--trembled in her Italian leather
pumps. The pink message slip left by her secretary
flouted its message, `Richard Patterson called'
followed by his phone number.  The name alone elicited
a storm of emotions.  He always did have that affect
on her.  Unfinished business, she felt.
She always felt pensive when he crossed her mind.  He
had left more than seven years ago, and not on good terms.

      Gina leaned back in her chair and kicked off her
shoes.  She tapped her nails on her desk, a bad habit
from childhood she superstitiously thought helped her
think.  She looked at the phone, weighing her choices.
Should she call him?  That would be the best way to
turn down any offer he made.  If she had to face him,
she might falter, losing the independence and
willpower she had gained since he left.

      If a human being could be addicted to another
human being, then she will forever be in recovery.
She once adored Richard, always eager to appease any
wish or demand of his.  She was so young and naive.
The thought of becoming so dependent on another man's
attentions was terrifying to her now.  She will never
lose control like that again.  Her love for Richard
simmers weakly behind a closed door in her heart.  One
to believe in the fates, Gina had to finally resign
herself to the fact that they were never meant to be
together.

***    ***    ***

      Richard and Gina met on a blind date, neither one
of them thrilled with the idea.  Gina was a callow
nineteen-year-old working as a hostess at a Dallas
restaurant.  Richard was a thirty-two-year-old
attorney, handsome, athletic and recently separated.
They liked each other immediately.  They also shared
common interests in food, politics, books and music.
Gina's petite stature, short pixie-ish black hair,
milky white complexion and stunning green eyes
complemented Richard's tall build, blond hair and blue
eyes.  They were a beautiful couple.

      Their attraction soon built from warm, wet kisses
after a date to frenzied kissing and groping any time
they were alone. Gina always thrilled at his looks,
touches and kisses.  Perhaps the thought that he was
an older, experienced man made him more interesting.
He teased her at times, telling her she was too young
and sweet to handle him.  She looked forward to the
day she would prove him wrong.  Gina scheduled an
appointment with her gynecologist and started her
first month of birth control pills, just in case.

      She deified Richard.  Sometimes she would asked
about his separation.  He eased her trepidation by
telling her he was in the process of divorcing his
wife.  She was mentally ill and he couldn't take care
of her anymore.  The divorce just wasn't final yet.
This pacified Gina.  She trusted Richard, but most of
all she loved him.

      Over dinner one night their discussion turned to
more risqu  subject matter.  After two glasses of
wine, Gina's inhibitions and shyness diminished and
she was ready to flirt dangerously.  He fed her a
strawberry.  She held his hand, pulling the strawberry
between her pomegranate lips, her eyes never leaving
his.  They began talking about sex, all kinds of sex.
Gina was inexperienced but eager to prove to Richard
that she was a fast learner.  Richard was the one, she
felt sure of it.  She was ready to explore all the
ways of making love and didn't want to wait anymore.

      They rushed through the rest of dinner and
hurried back to Gina's apartment.  Richard turned on
some music while she freshened up in the bathroom.  He
took the time to light several candles around the bed.
  Gina was more than a little eager to get started.  By
the salacious gleam in his eye and the way he kissed
her when they entered the apartment, she was sure she
would have a night to remember.  She wanted him to
remember it forever also.

       Gina stood before Richard, naked except for the
black silk robe skimming her petite body.  She didn't
tie the robe closed, instead let the thin silk drape
her lithe body revealing a glimpse here and there of
creamy skin and gentle curves.  She smiled, the
effects of the wine allowed her to hold his gaze.

      "I've been waiting for this since the first time
I met you, Gina."  Richard said, approaching her.  He
circled behind her, taking in the aura of her arousal.


      Gina always carefully guarded her virginity.  The
moment she crossed the threshold into sexual activity
was going to be a time to always remember fondly.
Still, she was afraid of how she would react.  Would
it hurt terribly?  Would she cry or scream out in
pain?  What about orgasm--will she experience an
orgasm and how would she know?  Would it feel the same
as when she brought herself to orgasm by her own hand?


      He carefully peeled away her diffidence as her
clothing slipped from her shoulders.  He replaced the
air-kissed skin with eyes of adoration and worship.
She stood before him, tentative and curious, believing
she was loved.  What came next was the easy part.

      Quickly Richard's clothing was strewn across a
chair in her small bedroom.  She almost laughed at the
eager way he stripped, carelessly throwing his
expensive-looking clothing to the side.  A thick
strand of blonde hair slipped across his forehead
giving him a boyish look.  He was far from being a
boy.

      Richard leaned back on her bed, waiting for her
to approach. Gina devoured his body with her eyes first,
marveling at the way the light from the candles highlighted
the golden brown dusting of hair from his chest to his
belly.  It thickened to a dark thatch between his
legs, the place she nearly feared to go.  She brushed
the back of her hand along the finer hairs on his
belly, letting them tickle her skin before turning her
palm to his chest.

      Gina straddled his thighs, touching all that she
wondered about: smooth shoulders, corded arms, hard
belly.  Her hand enclosed his thick shaft, feeling for
the first time the part of a man that was elusive and
mysterious to her.  The contrast of her milky skin
against his rugged tan was so beautiful, like cream
melting into warm caramel.  She tasted his lips, jaw
and neck with her tongue.  It was so right.

      He was gentle, each caress followed by a dusting
kiss or a whispered word.  Their hearts, words and
touches were in sync.

      "I love you," he lied.

      He rolled her to her back, kissing away any fear
that was left, building the passion, stoking the fire.
  The first push of his cock head against her virginity
drew a gasp.  Slowly he withdrew, only to enter a
little further, bringing the needed wetness with him.
Her thighs gripped his hips, the heels of her feet
nudging at the back of his legs.

      Richard's cock felt huge.  It was supposed to
fit, other women did this all the time.  Surely she
wasn't too small.  The time was now.  Gina prodded him
with her heels.  Richard's body held back in question,
trembling with sexual tension.  "Please," she
whispered, "now."

      Richard pushed gently, finally thrust painfully,
pleasurably past the stubborn door of virginity.  He
stopped, still deep inside her and apologized with
tender kisses for the discomfort of the break.

      There were many more things to teach you, he
would tell her later, and each one is more exciting
than the next.  She was eager to learn.  Eventually he
introduced her to something she never thought she
would enjoy, never thought she should enjoy. Ever
since, she has wanted to use what she learned, share
it with someone else in some way.  It would have to be
someone special, though.

      A week later Richard brought her to an expensive
restaurant again, showering her with lusty affection.
She could still hear his huskily spoken words in her
ear, "I think you're ready."  Shivers electrified her
body when his tongue nipped at her earlobe that
particular night.  Instantly her nipples tightened,
showing through her thin shirt.  Richard noticed and
as they were leaving the restaurant.  He brushed his
arm against her chest, sending more fiery sparks
reverberating through her.

      "You're a bad boy, Richard," Gina said with a
smile.

      "You have no idea."

      Perhaps she was a little apprehensive about what
was to happen next.  Gina wasn't one to back down from
a promise, and she did promise to be an eager student.
  Richard loved it when she told him that.

      They took a cab back to her apartment.  Once,
Gina slid her hand over the front of Richard's chinos
to feel his anticipation.  She looked up at him,
giving him the wide-eyed and innocent look.  He tensed
his muscles.  Gina felt his cock move under her hand.
She knew it was bold to grab him like this, especially
when she met the eyes of the cab driver in the
rear-view mirror.  Somehow the wickedness of it
thrilled her all the more.

      Richard's demeanor changed a little once they
were alone. He slowly undressed and told her to do the
same.  Gina pouted playfully and slipped from her
skirt.  Her thin silk blouse whispered down her arms
and puddle at her feet.  She was wearing black thigh
high stockings underneath and nothing else.  He began
to tell her what he was going to do to her body, but
she would have to follow his instructions.  Gina
promised him she would do anything he asked of her.
With an air of unemotional dignity, Richard instructed
her to step towards the bed as he pulled his tie from
the pile of clothing on the floor.

      She knelt on the bed, hands placed on top of her
thighs, her heels pressed into her bare bottom,
waiting.  Richard took away her vision with a
blindfold forcing her to use her other senses. She
could feel him behind her.  His body heat warmed her
skin.  Her milky-white skin tingled with apprehension,
with questions of what would happen next.  Gina felt
the bed dip to her right, knowing Richard was
examining her.  She shivered.

      "Let me look at you, Gina."  Richard guided her
to her knees and used his hands to guide her thighs
apart.  Shivers of fear and excitement shook her briefly.
His hands stroked around her thighs, lightly brushing
against her dark pubic hair.  She shivered again.

      Gina's breath came in little pants and gasps.  It
was difficult to keep still and patiently wait for the
next sensation.

      He spread her thighs further apart, bending her
over so her palms were flat against the cold satin
sheets.  The bed dipped again.

      Ever so gently he palmed her exposed sex, leaving
his cupped hand to hold her down there afterward.  He
withdrew his hand and lightly slapped it back to her
desire-swollen sex.  No, it didn't hurt, or maybe a
little.  It didn't matter.  She liked it.  The sharp
tingles reverberated outward from the center of her
sex, tingling and warming the rest of her body.  He
repeated the gesture.

      "Oh."  Gina softly moaned, catching her lower lip
with her teeth.

      "Shhhhh."

      The titillating slaps became wetter.  Gina spread
her legs wider, eager to feel the complete sensation.
Her back arched to offer herself more fully to his
ministrations.

      The bed dipped.  Gina froze, her back still
wantonly arched. Never in her life had she felt so
sexed up.  She wanted to hurry and climax but she knew
he wouldn't let her.  He would make her wait and wait.
  Her orgasms were always better that way.

      Cat-tongue rough whiskers grazed her lower back.
Richard moved his chin back and forth on the small of
her back, his bulk slowly sliding over her back.  His
rough chin scratch-kissed her skin up to the back of
her neck.  His fingers slid into her short black hair,
gripping gently.

      Gina moved her hips under him, feeling his
prodding erection against the back of her thigh
rubbing against the top of her stocking. Her skin
prickled.

      The bed dipped.  Richard placed one of his hands
next to hers.  The inside of his muscled arm gently
brushed her own arm.  The hand playing with her silky
short hair traveled down her neck.  He reached around
and palmed a tender breast, rolling a taut pink nipple
between his thumb and forefinger.  He squeezed the
flushed nipple, dragging another moan from Gina.

      His hand continued to explore her soft skin, down
her ribs, her waist, skimming over her hip, circling
to the place between her legs that was begging for
release.  He teased the short curled hair before
testing the slit with his finger.  She was dripping
wet.  His finger tapped her clitoris, bringing another
grinding of her hips against him.

      "Shhhhh . . . don't move."

      "I--please--I can't help it," Gina gasped out.
His fingers left her slippery wetness and pushed
between the parted lips of her mouth.  Gina sucked,
circling his fingertip with her tongue.

      Richard's hand returned to her hip, caressing,
stroking down her thigh, inching under the band of the
black thigh high stockings wore.  His hands continued
to explore exposed skin.

      The bed dipped.  Richard hovered over her,
preparing to enter her from behind.  He loomed over
her like a proud beast preparing to mount his bitch.
He prodded between her legs with his proud cock,
already oozing precum.  She arched against him, so
eager to take all of him in.

      Richard pushed his cock against the warm wet
center of her sex, easing slowly into her.  She pushed
against him.  He plunged deep within her.

      Gina cried out when he entered her so ferociously
and deep.  He continued his thrusts in and out, Gina
rocking with him, gasping with each slam against her
cervix.  He pulled out once, plowing over her engorged
clitoris and through her dark bush only to slam back
into her with a vengeance.  He pulled out again,
rubbing his hot sticky cock head between her swollen
labia, rubbing her engorged clitoris again.  She felt
the tremor start within her, the unbelievable powerful
orgasm that contracted her from the inside out,
forcing her to scream with pleasure.  She felt their
juices dripping down the inside of her thighs.
Richard flopped his cock onto her rounded bottom,
groaning loudly as he came.

      Gina moaned and cried out with her orgasm,
coinciding with Richard's release.  The feel of his
hot cum creaming her back made her cries all the
more powerful.


***

      Gina continued to reminisce of that time seven
years ago.  She was all of nineteen-years-old and full
of love for Richard. He taught her so much about sex,
the joys and pains of it.  He wasn't around when she
turned twenty.

      Her life nearly ended after he announced his
plans to reconcile with his wife.  She lost hope in
men at that time, obsessing over Richard, calling him,
thinking about him, dreaming about him, hating him,
and loving him.  She felt betrayed and dirty,
unwilling to accept the fact that Richard only
considered her as an affair. He was her first love.

      She had a few lovers after Richard, but none
could compare. She never felt as comfortable with
them.  She held back telling them of the games she
liked to play.  They just didn't seem the type.

      If not for Charles, her wonderful, sweet,
knight-in-shining-armor Charles, she would have lost
everything: her sanity, her career goals, her friends,
even her life.

      Charles had been her friend since her senior year
in high school.  Charles had an exotic attractiveness
about him.  His hair was thick and dark and he never
noticed it needed a trim until it began to curl at the
collar of his shirt.  He had a warm smile and generous
lips, and eyes of deep dark brown.  He had the
potential to date as many of the girls at their high
school that he wanted, if he hadn't been so painfully
shy.

      They lived across the street from each other and
their mothers' had become close friends.  Gina's
mother thought it would be a good idea if Charles
would drive Gina to school, saving her the trouble.
Charles passively agreed and he and Gina eventually
struck up a unique friendship.  He told her of his
dreams for the future.  She felt comfortable sharing
some of her secrets with him.  He admitted having a
girlfriend who lived in the town he moved from forty
miles away.  Gina never pried, but had the feeling
Charles was hiding something from her.

      They developed a rewarding friendship with just a
slight undercurrent of sexual tension.  She thought
so, anyway.

      After high school, Charles started college at the
local university and Gina didn't see him as often.
They talked on the phone at least once a week and got
together for movies and concerts occasionally.  They
always visited each other's parents, especially at
holidays when their schedules allowed for a few days
of rest to spend at home.  Charles talked about a
girlfriend, but Gina had yet to meet her.

      After Richard announced the reconciliation of his
marriage, Charles stayed around her often.  He
admitted he was worried about her health and
well-being and hung around her to the point of
annoyance.  She cried a river on Charles' shoulder.
He always let her cry it out, his hand rubbing tender
circles on her back. His outlook on life, love and
other influences soon had her laughing and ready to
get back into life.

      Still, through all this time she never met his
elusive girlfriend.  Many times she thought to ask him
if there was something he wanted to tell her.  But,
no, he would tell her in due time, when he was ready
to admit he had feelings for other men.  She would
accept him no matter what, she loved Charles and that
was all that mattered.  He was her best friend.

      They opened a restaurant together.  Gina's
ability to whip up gourmet meals paired with Charles'
unfaltering business sense produced a successful
restaurant.  In no time they reached the pinnacle of
their field, five stars in Thompson's Restaurant
Review.

      Charles and Gina spent so much time together.
Eventually Charles admitted he lied about the
girlfriends, only because he was in love with Gina.
He wanted to tell her years ago but didn't think she
was ready.  Besides, every time he got up the nerve to
say the words, Gina would be dating someone else.  And
after Richard, Charles didn't have the heart to hit
her with his feelings.

      Gina didn't know how to react, only asked him to
give her some time.  Charles backed off, knowing he
didn't lose Gina forever, but things may change
forever between them.

***

      Gina crumpled the pink message slip in her hands.
  So Richard, the man happily married to a so-called
mental case, called her a couple of hours ago?  He
played with her feelings once, she was convinced he
outright lied to her about his wife, but never again.
She was over him.  The only effect he had on her was
the wet spot in her panties her reminiscing had
caused.  And then she realized, why it came to her now
she was uncertain, he only told her he loved her when
they had sex.

      Gina smoothed down her skirt and leaned against
her office door admiring the long tall muscular form
of her best friend down the hall.  She wondered if the
wetness in her panties had left a tell tale spot on
the back of her beige skirt.

      "Oh Chuckie, how about a drink at my place after
work?" Gina asked in a sing-song voice.

      Charles turned and looked at her with a gentle,
almost sad, smile.  "How many times have I told you
not to call me Chuckie? You know what that means,
don't you?  I'll have to tickle an apology out of
you."  He winked, and Gina noticed the slight crinkles
in the corner of his brown eyes, how sexy it looked on
him.

      "Promises, promises."  Gina teased.

      "You want me and you know it."  Charles waggled
his brows, pushing back the dark waves from his face.


      "Fuck you, Chuckie."  Gina thought that Charles
never looked sexier.

      "Yeah, promises, promises."

***

      Their relationship changed that night after
Charles showed up for the promised drink and a bout of
playful tickling.  Gina told him in no uncertain terms
how she felt about him.  His friendship and
companionship had meant the world to her over the
years.  She couldn't imagine a life without him.  She
admired his intelligence and respected his opinions.
He was an incredibly beautiful man who would make a
wonderful father someday.  Did she say that?  Yes, she
did and she'll say it again and again and again.  "I
love you Charles," she said, "and I want to know more
of you.  I want you to know more of me and if we like
what we learn, well, will you marry me?  I know this
is difficult to hear, coming from me, but I know how I
feel.  I finally know how I feel and it is wonderful!"


      Her happiness increased tenfold when he scooped
her up in his arms and admitted the same, wondering
why she didn't come to her senses sooner.  They needed
to make up for lost time, you know.  Yes, I love you,
too, and yes I will marry you, you feisty woman.

***

      The bed dipped.  Gina ran her hands down the
front of Charles' chest.  Her gold wedding band
glinted in the candle light, making her smile.  Again.
  They were friends, always friends, and now they were
husband and wife.

      Gina licked and sucked his nipple, running her
hands down his firm belly to stroke his thighs and the
sensitive spot she knew he had at the small of his
back.  Charles smiled his sultry come-hither smile.
She couldn't see his eyes.  He was blindfolded.
Charles liked her games and was becoming quite the
expert playmate.  Always, she made sure he knew before
he came. And after.  She would tell him again and
again.  "I love you, Charles."  And she meant it.

The End

Virago Blue <virago_blue@yahoo.com>

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