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                         DISCLAIMER

This is a piece of fiction. Its characters have not even begun
to contemplate such things, mostly because said characters do
not exist.  Any imagined resemblance to people living or
deceased is either the result of dementia on the reader's part
or that the reader is, in fact, a character in this story.  None
of these are conditions to be proud of, and it would not be wise
to draw attention to one's self by claiming any similarity.

It is assumed that readers of this story have the permission of
the state, mom, dad, and the pastor and are able to fully tell
the difference between real and make-believe.  If not, delete
this now, and step away from the computer, `cause you just lost
your computer privileges, mister.  Furthermore, the writer is
aware that he is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and
well thoughts out, humourous insults on his writing skill or
lack there of. Note: he already knows he cannot spell warth
shet.

The events and descriptions of this story are the sole property
of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded, reposted, or
profited from in anyway without express written permission of
the person hiding behind that pen name.  Reposting and free
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               lagadum, lagadum, scoobiedoobie
                             by
                       Kenny N Gamera


<She was young. She was pure. She was new. She was nice.>

Erin stepped from the bus and ran through the early evening rain
to the coffee shop where Mr. Wheeler was waiting.  Being late,
she hoped she hadn't missed him as this meeting had taken her
some time to set up.  She hated to think that he would have
left, but Dr. Ward's biology class was too important for her
grades; she had no choice but to stay when it ran over.

With one hand, she held a copy of _The_Daily_ over her head to
keep the rain off.  She carried her satchel in the other, trying
to hold it stable against the pounding of her dash.  The latter
was successful, but the former failed somewhat miserably.  By
the time she reached the door and entered the noisy coffee shop,
her short, blond hair which she normally wore spiky, now lay
flat against her head.  Her wire-framed eyeglasses were dotted
with countless drops of water.  Her white blouse had become
translucent from the moisture.

Denny recognized her before she did him.  He took his time
before calling her over, however.  She was just as she had
described, he thought to himself, as he studied the curve of her
calves to the hem of her skirt just below the knee.  She wore no
hose, so one could easily see the pink pastel polish of her
toenails through the flat-heeled sandals she had on.  He smiled
when he noticed the thin straps of her bra beneath the drenched
material of her top.

"Erin!" he finally shouted to the girl as she tried to dry her
glasses with the cheap paper napkin she had picked from the
central creamer station.

She looked up at the man in the corner nearest her, slowly
rising from a tattered old chair.  He wore a gray tweed jacket
with leather elbow patches over a white turtleneck and a pair of
faded blue jeans.  He reached for the cane at his side and
hobbled over.  His full beard and full head of hair were each a
salt and pepper mix, but with maybe a little more salt than
pepper.  He smiled a big open smile and reached out with his
free hand.

Erin all but squealed in excitement, "Mr. Wheeler."  She tried
to keep herself under control but still felt herself failing to
come across as the mature women that she had planned to be.
"I'm so glad to finally meet you in person."

She cringed as she thought how stupid she was coming across; she
worried about what this virtual friend, but real stranger, was
thinking about her.  He smiled at the very reality of her
youthful charm and, stealing a glance down the front of her
shirt, her youthful charms.

"Come over here.  I've been saving you a seat, but I don't know
how much longer I can keep it."  He led her to another beatup
easy chair next to the one that he had been in.  "I also had
gotten you a caramel cappuccino, but it is probably cold by
now."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Wheeler.  I'm so sorry that I'm late."

"My name is Denny; only my clients call me Mr. Wheeler.  And you
needn't worry about being late; I've lived a student's schedule
before..."

"Yes, sir," she replied before quickly adding, "Denny."

"Now, why did you want to meet me?" asked Denny as he discreetly
watched her tongue clean the whipped cream residue of the first
sip of her coffee off her lips.

She reached into her satchel and removed a short stack of papers
from it.  She handed it to the older man.

"I would like for you to edit my story.  Denny."

"I already told you that I have more projects than I have time
for, right now.  Otherwise, I'd be more than happy to work with
you on it."  He watched as she lowered the tall mug of her
drink, noting the fresh manicure of her fingernails matched
those of her toes.  "I'm sorry."

Erin bit her lower lip.

"Still, if you can just look at it right now, Denny.  It won't
take too long and you did say you had time to see me," her voice
stuttered with her nervousness, "and we could do it together
right now, here in the coffee shop."

<He slyly finagled her up to his flat to view his collection of
stamps.>

Denny agreed, and they moved to a just emptied table.  It was a
small one, square shaped and surrounded by four chairs.  They
had just enough room for their drinks and the printout of her
story.  He sat down next to her rather than across, to ease the
comparing of text as well as to gain a view of her now exposed
knees.

Using a pencil that Erin produced from her satchel, Denny
slashed at text and grammar, adding commas here and removing them
there.  The pencil danced across the pages with the ease of a
practiced proofer.  As he made his "suggestions," he told her
why he felt they needed to be made.  She paid careful attention
to his advice but never noticed the careful attention her editor
paid to the gap in her shirtfront.

He offered to buy them each another coffee.  She suggested that
she get it, because of his leg.  While waiting for the
overworked staff to make her cappuccino, she thought about what
a sweet man he was and how guys her age would have been drooling
all over her at this point.   Denny sat in his chair and studied
her ass as she walked away and the jiggle of her chest as she
returned to the table with the refills.  They quickly finished
the last details of the proofing.

"Well, young lady," Denny announced, "that's it."

"Thank you, Denny. Now I know what I need to do to get this
right."

"Next time, though, get yourself another editor," he said with
a smile.  "But I wonder, how old are you?"

"Seventeen," she replied truthfully before realizing what that
meant.  "I'm a freshman at the University; I'll be eighteen in a
few months."

He gazed at her over his mug of hazelnut coffee.  "You're not
very experienced are you?"  She glanced away shyly, not wanting
to admit the truth.  "So how did you get interested in sex
stories, Erin?"

"I found some on the `net one night in the computer lab.  When I
found ASSM and read some of the stories there, I knew I could
write something like that."

"Well, I found your story very sweet.  I can't wait to read the
finished product."

"Thank you."

"So, what do you do when you don't write about blushing brides
on their wedding night?"

"I'm an education major.  I want to become a special education
teacher.  What do you do, Denny?"

"Oh, make money working for the man.  Read.  Collect stamps."

"YOU collect stamps?"

"Yes, I have a nice collection of early American stamps that I
inherited from my grandfather.  Would you like to see them?"

"Yes, when can I?"

"How about now?"

"Sure, I don't have class till late tomorrow, so I don't have to
go back to campus right away."

<the fate of a maiden who topes>

The drive to his apartment occurred without significant
conversation.  At his request, she described her classes and the
various personalities who professed them.  She asked about his
limp and he confessed to stepping on a land mine during the war.
He did leave out that it was in Georgia and that the land mine
had been placed by a cocker spaniel in his path of escape from
the room of the wife of the dog's general.

That dog was the reason he now had a cat, which he deposited
outside in the hall as they came into his neat little apartment.
Denny led Erin to a leather recliner and offered her the seat as
he went to the bar to pour them each a drink.

He smiled to himself as he said, "Have some Madeira, my dear. ."

"What is it?"

"It is a sweet wine.  You shouldn't take spirits at this time of
night, and it's ever so much nicer than beer."  He poured a generous
amount for her.  "And personally, I don't care for sherry, and
port is a wine I can well do without."

"I don't know.  I really don't drink that much."

Denny barely, but successfully, contained an evil grin.

"Oh, you have nothing to fear.  I'm not trying to tempt you
(that much, he added mentally). It wouldn't be right."

"Well, okay."

As Erin raised the wineglass to her lips, Denny felt his hopes
for the evening rise.  With her lack of experience, she quickly
gulped down the liquid.  Denny took the glass from her hand and
refilled it for her from the bottle he had brought with him.

"Please, have another glass.  It won't keep well once it's been
opened."

She took the glass with an uncertain hand.  Seeing that she was
wavering, he added, "if it were...say...gin, you'd be wrong to
say yes.  The evil gin does would be hard to assess."

Erin again lifted the glass to have a sip.  Though feeling
light-headed, she started to drink.  At the second swallow, she
remembered her mother's warning when she left home for college.
"Whould you look on the wine that is red, be prepared for a fate worse
than death."

Popping from her chair, she released the glass. Under the
relentless pull of gravity, it fell tumbling to the floor.  As
the glass fell, the wine sloshed out and spilled across her
blouse, her skirt, and the carpet.  She looked down towards the
spreading stain and the unbroken glass.

Erin took a step back as if retreating from the mess she had
made.  Her brain buzzed from the effects of the alcohol already
in her system.  Covering her mouth with her hand, she looked up
at Mr. Wheeler.

"Are you all right, Erin," Denny asked, truly worried about her
apparent distressed condition.

While she didn't look to be drunk yet, he knew that Erin must
not have had much experience with the wilder side of college
life.  He began to wonder if he would need to drive her back to
her dorm then instead of later, and continue this at a later
date.

He stepped towards her.  She backed away as if she was a British
diplomat and he was her Italian counterpart.  Otherwise, she
stood paralyzed, staring at him with her hand across her mouth.
He froze himself.

"Erin?"

"I need to go," she said suddenly with a hurried voice.

"Let me get my keys.  I'll..."

"No...."She stopped, about to say something.  She took another
backward step.

"I..." she tried again.  Then, without preamble, she rushed by
him.

In just a few steps, she was through the door and in the hall,
leaving her satchel behind her.  She ran down the hall to the
elevator.  She pushed the down button repeatedly and rapidly
like a Western Union agent on a telegraph key.  When the doors
did not open immediately, she turned and headed to the emergency
stairs.

The soles of her flats clicked against the cracked linoleum of
each step on her way down.  By the time she reached  the first
landing, the door above her shut with a rumbling boom that
echoed through the stairwell.  The bouncing sound covered that
of her labored breathing; though, Erin could still hear the
pulsing of her heart, which the blood carried through her ears.

With unsynchronized rhythms, her shoes, her breathing, and her
heart filled her mind with a confusing mix of noise that kept it
distracted from the events of the last few moments.  This
emotional respite ended when she found herself standing on the
puddle-covered sidewalk outside the apartment building.

While the rain had stopped, the sky had not cleared.  The omni-
present clouds blocked both the moon and stars and left only the
illumination of the streetlight.  She stood in its glow, alone
on the street, which was empty of even car traffic.

Erin looked up the side of the building she had just exited.
She scanned each of the lighted windows until she found the one
that she guessed was Mr. Wheeler's apartment.  She stared up at
it.

Was Mr. Wheeler trying to get me in bed? Erin thought.

Guys did things like that; she didn't need her mother's words to
know that, and it had only got worse in college.  Still, those
were just a bunch of boys.  Mr. Wheeler, Denny, was a grown man
and old enough to be her father.

For an older guy, he was...okay looking...maybe better than that
...she guessed.  She hadn't saved herself, either.  She just
wanted to be with guys who weren't complete jerks.  Mr.
Wh...Denny had treated her with more than some respect.

Denny looked down at the figure standing in the circle of light
on the wet sidewalk.  He waited several long minutes during
which she made no motion.  At last, he turned and shuffled to
his living area to pick up her satchel from where it leaned
against an easy chair.

The door shut after him with a click as it latched.  A short
walk and a slightly longer wait later, the elevator arrived with
a ding.  The door slid opened to allow for his egress from the
hall.  He entered and selected the button for the lobby

He spent the trip down to the lobby thinking of what to say to
her.  No thoughts had come to him by the time he reached the
ground floor.  They continued to escape his conscienceness from
his pursuit up to the point when he reached Erin down on the
streetside.

She turned at the sound of his splashes on the concrete.  Denny
stopped just a stride or two away from her.  She was motionless
except for the quivers passing through her body.  He looked into
her blank face.

"Erin?"  He didn't see a reaction.  "I have your satchel."

She gave a slight nod of her head.

"The buses have quit running.  Can't I give you a ride back to
campus?"

She nodded her head.

"I'll need to get my keys.  Do you want to come with me? Back
upstairs?"

She nodded and followed when Denny turned and walked back to the
building.  In a silence that contrasted with her earlier
chatter, they rode the elevator back to Denny's floor.  The
wordlessness lasted until they had returned to the apartment.
He left her standing in the living room while he went to
retrieve his keys.  She stared at the stained carpet

"I'm sorry."

"What's that, Erin?" said Denny as he returned to the room.

"I'm sorry about the mess I made."

"That's okay.  I understand."

"Denny.  Can I...," she started.  "I'll have that glass of wine,
now."

"Are you sure?"

She gave a small nod; so, he went to the bar.  He poured her a
not so generous portion in a clean wineglass.  She returned to
her place as he walked the glass to her, holding it by the stem.
She took it at his offer and brought it to her lips.

"Try to sip it; don't take such big gulps."

"Why did you invite me here," she asked in a barely heard mumble
after a small sip.

Denny smiled and answered.  "Why do you think?"

She looked up at him, just over the edge of the glass.  "You
want to get me in bed."

"The word is seduce, dear."  He poured himself a glass and sat
next to her.  "Think of it as a game.  I try to talk you into my
bed.  You try to talk yourself out of it."

"Oh."

"Now finish your wine.  I need to get you home."

"Home?  You mean..."

Denny sighed and set down his glass.  "Erin, it's all about how
far I can win your trust.  That's been decided.  I need to get
you home, now."

"Oh." She took another sip of her wine.  "Don't you want me?"

"Not if you don't want me."  He smiled at her little frown.
"But, yes.  I do.  You're very attractive."

"Mr. Wheeler.  Denny."  She took a deep breath.  "Can I stay?"

He studied her face.  "Are you sure?"

Her voice took a stronger tone as she said, "Yes."

<...a smile on her lips and an ache in her head..>

If he had a glass, he would have set it down, but as he had done
that already, he merely leaned over, took hers, and set it to
the side.  Then, she gave her a gentle kiss on her rose pink,
unpainted lips.  He started to pull away when he finished.  She
brought her hand to the back of his head and pulled him tight to
her face.  Her tongue parted his lips to explore his mouth.
After a sufficiently long time, they broke for air.

"You've done this much before."

"Yes, "Erin answered with a giggle added for effect.  "Lots of
times.  Just with guys my age though."

"Shall we move to the bedroom?"

"No, let me show you something else I've done before."

She slid from her chair to her knees and slouched in front of
him.  Working from top to bottom, she undid the buttons of his
jeans and reached inside the fly of his white boxer shorts to
pull out his penis.  It was somewhere in that nameless state
between flaccid and erect.

It began, the change from the former to the latter, even before
she put it into her mouth or touched it with her tongue.  Still,
it was not quite hard enough for her to begin bobbing her head
up and down, so she concentrated on suckling on it.

She felt him grow in her mouth, until it reached a point she
could start to move around it.  Keeping the head in her mouth,
she slowly lowered her mouth a short way down the shaft before
quickly pulling her head away.  She began to rock her head back
and forth over the penis in her mouth.

Denny leaned his head back against the upholstered top of his
chair.  He closed his eyes so he could concentrate on the
feelings being sent to his mind from his enlarging penis.  He
lowered his hands and laced his fingers into her hair.  They
rested gently there; letting Erin set her own pace.

She took her mouth from the head.  She gave it a soft kiss near
the piss hole.  From there, she planted kisses just as soft down
one side of Denny's cock and back up the other.  At the top, she
again kissed his saliva damp slit.  She stuck her tongue out to
taste the salty/sweet flavor of his pre-cum and ran it down the
large vein to the junction of penis and scrotum.

"I need this in me."

Denny looked down at her.  Her brown eyes looked over the edge
of her glasses into his.  They burned hot holes into his heart.

"Please, fuck me, Mr. Wheeler."

He licked his lips and nodded.  She stood with a single,
graceful move.  Their eyes locked together, she pulled her
blouse from the waist of her skirt.  Denny kicked his shoes off
and lifted his bottom from his chair to push his jeans and
underwear down together.

Erin had her blouse off and on the floor behind her.  She
reached behind her to the zipper tab of her skirt.  After a
short pull, the skirt fell to her feet, leaving her in a plain
white bra stained on one side by the wine that soaked through
her blouse, a baby blue thong, and her sandals.  Denny pulled
his shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner behind
him.  He stared at her.

"Sorry," Erin said, blushing over her mismatched under garments.
"I wasn't expecting this."

"Lord," he said.  "You're beautiful."

He leaned forward.  He hooked a finger into the elastic of her
panties. He pulled them down to her feet.  After she had stepped
from them, he took her waist and pulled her down so that she
knelt over him on the chair.  They kissed again, his erection
caught between their bellies.

She pulled away from their kiss.  Without watching her hands,
Erin reached for his hard penis and grasped it.  Her palm began
to twist just below the helmet shape of the head.  Her head
moved to his ear.

"It's so hard," she whispered.  "I'm going to put it in me now."

He grunted, and Erin lifted herself up and over Denny's waiting
erection, which she still held in her hand.  She teased her clit
with a few strokes before letting her vagina sink onto it.  As
it slid into her, she released a sigh in time with his moan of
pleasure.

"Oh, God.  Fuck me."

Erin complied with his request.  She used the muscles of her
legs to pump herself over him.  As the tight, slick walls of her
vagina traveled over the skin of his penis, Denny reached to the
wine stained cup of her bra.  He pulled it down from over her
breast.

His mouth closed around the now exposed nipple and sucked on it
as his other hand gently squeezed her other breast , still
covered by the lace and padding of the bra.  Between his upper
and lower incisors, he gave her nipple a nip.

Erin gasped.  As Denny held her hard nipple in his teeth, she
began to rotate her hips with only the slightest of rocking
movements.  A groan escaped from between her clenched teeth.  He
touched the tip of the nipple with the tip of his tongue.

She dropped her forehead against his shoulder.  Her breathing
became uneven and her movements slowed to nothing.  Denny began
to thrust up into her with short, rapid strokes.

"God, yes," she shouted.  "Fuck me."

He complied, which caused her to shout out to be fucked again.
With each shout, he thrust into her with more force, making her
shout more.  At last, her shouts turned to screams.  And her
screams turned to shrieks.

Erin's very vocal orgasm spurred Denny to increase the ferocity
of his fucking.  He battered at her uncontrollably until he felt
the rising from his testicles.  He shouted out himself as he
ejaculated into her.

"Yes," Erin answered his incoherent shouts.  "Come in me.  Fill
me."

This said, Erin again shrieked aloud.  Holding onto Denny's
shoulders for support, she threw her head back and yelled out
her pleasure to the ceiling.  When the echo of her screaming
faded, she slumped against him.  For long moments, they held up
the other's sagging body from complete collapse.

"Have some Madeira, my dear?" Denny whispered, his beard
touching her earlobe.

"Yes."  Erin answered.  "Most definitely, yes."

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