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Subject: {ASSM} My Second Time By Paris Waterman - Revised 2003
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Author's note: This makes for a better read if you start with "My
First Time."

My Second Time

By Paris Waterman

Copyright 2000 - 2003


Wow! I was her "Boy Toy!"

That's what Claire had called me before shooing me out and home after
our evening of torrid sex.

Let me tell you, there was very little sleep for me that night. Jeez,
I tossed and turned and fondled an almost constant erection until
compelled into getting up around 2:30 to jerk off. Even then it
wouldn't go down as the thoughts of what had happened to me yesterday
and various scenarios of what else could or would happen to me in the
future kept me wide awake and horny as hell.

Around four am I reminded myself of the promise of more that coming
afternoon and finally dozed off.

The next morning I did show up at school and realized that nobody
seemed to think I looked any different or kidded me about the
cock-measuring contest I'd been in the day before. With a start I
remembered that none of the guys involved went to my school, and Foxy,
the #%$!@&! that got me into it went to St. Michael's several blocks
away. It was kind of depressing NOT to be able to share the adventures
with anyone, but I'd promised Claire I wouldn't and wanting more of
her I kept my word. I did find myself looking at the girls somewhat
differently, a little more confidently perhaps, and the first two
classes raced by.

I cut my pre-lunch class as scheduled and arrived at Claire's promptly
at 11:30. We were to have lunch together. I was concerned because I
had to be at work by three and even though Claire had assured me we
had plenty of time I was still nervous. My erection was harder than
Chinese arithmetic and I had great difficulty hiding it from the
moment I left school until arriving at Claire's. It may have been my
imagination, but I could swear several women stared at my crotch as I
walked along the street to Claire's apartment. In later years I came
to learn that some women have perfected the art of undressing a man in
the most discreet manner imaginable and have an innate sense of a
man's sexual arousal. In short, it's very possible they knew I was
horny as hell.

I knocked at Claire's door and heard her call out that the door was
open and to come in, which I did. As the door closed behind me, Claire
called out a sultry greeting from the bedroom. I stumbled, tripping
over my own feet getting in there. She was fully clothed and gave me a
soft, quick wet kiss on the lips and backed away to sit on the bed as
I stood in place awaiting instructions.

I couldn't help but touch myself as Claire raised her leg high and
started to remove her black boots. I never thought to wonder why she
was even wearing them at the time so mesmerized was I with the
generous view she was providing me up her skirt.

Giggling, she glanced up at me and chided me. "Sweetie-pie, aren't you
going to wait until we're both ready?"

"Ugh?"

"You'd be ungentlemanly by starting without me," she continued, her
face a mask of seriousness; her lacquered red fingernail pointing at
my groin.

I must have blushed scarlet because she looked me in the eye and
smiled. The peals of delightful sounding laughter poured forth from
her slender, swan-like throat. I managed a somewhat embarrassed smile
and looked down at my shoes and avoided not looking at the formidable
bulge in my pants.

"Sit there," Claire said rubbing her cheek. "I want us to be able to
see one another."

And I sat there, enthralled with her beauty and remembrances of the
night before. I gaped at her, wanting to leap across the space
separating us and bury her beneath me in a passionate embrace.
"Just open your mouth and let the words come out Frank. It's easy. Go
on, talk to me."


I was awash in thoughts of tongues and tits and cunts and cocks
commingled together. I knew full well that she sensed my desire for I
certainly sensed hers. And, there was that scent I was breathing in,
unmistakable in its feminine allure. My prick was never harder
(Author's note: Well, it's a judgement call, alright?") 

"So talk to me!"

"Err, what?"

"Just talk to me. I want to hear your voice."

"I . . . I don't know what to say."

"Just open your mouth and let the words come out. Come on Frank . . .
it's easy."

"Okay," I said nervously, "you're more beautiful today than you were
yesterday."

"Oh! Frank," she gushed, obviously pleased. I had surprised her.

"How nice," she beamed," You're gonna do just fine.

Claire's fingernail traced a circle on my upper thigh, "Keep going,"
she said with a wide smile.

"I think I'm gonna cum in my pants before long, I'm very  . . .
excited, Claire."

"Well don't!" She said, her divine lips forming a pout.

I had a vision of the day before, racing out for condoms, my knees
began to buckle.

"I want you to save it for me. For me, understand?"

I knew she wasn't angry, but she was deadly serious.

"Yes, but how?"

"Concentrate. Think of something different."

"Like what?"

"Do a math problem in your head. You like baseball, think about
yesterday's game, or something like that."

I got the point. I concentrated on my driving manual's sample
questions and answers. Somehow my prick began to thaw. (This little
exercise has helped me numerous times since. Another thank you note
never sent.)

"You have such a beautiful face yourself," she said softly. "Did you
know that?"

I could swear she was purring. I touched my face as if to discover it
for myself.

"Angelic," she murmured happily, as her fingernail roamed along the
side of my dick. "But with a cock as formidable as Michael the
Archangel's sword. Oh yes, I'm a lucky girl to be getting fucked by
you. But don't let that go to your head Frank."

Heaving her hips from the bed and pulling her skirt up around her
waist, she asked, "Tell me how you got yourself involved in that
contest?"

 I stared in awe. To this day I can still envision Claire hooking her
thumbs under her black tights and pulling them down. Oh, God she was
beautiful!

She raised her legs and kicked the tights off and for the second time
in my life I gazed through her revealing panties at the mysterious
area withheld from me all those years, and marveled at the wonder of
it all.

"Come on, tell me," Claire repeated as that tormenting fingernail
circled the head of my cock like a vulture idly inspecting it's prey.

So I did. After I finished Clare was silent for a moment.

"With friends like that you don't need enemies. I'm flattered that I
was the lucky one to take you home with me," she said in a soft
undertone, and passed the tip of each middle finger quickly over the
tip of her tongue like someone about to turn the page of a book. Then
those same moistened fingertips traveled down to the areola
surrounding each nipple and moved purposefully round and round each
nipple, both of which quickly rose up like mini-erections.

Of course, I had never seen anyone do that before and my own erection
loomed forth prodigiously against the fabric of my pants.

Claire looked down at it, and licking her lips, said, "Oh, my! Off!
Off! Get them off!" she cried, obviously as excited as I was.

"I want to see. I want to suck!" she grasped her left breast with her
right hand and pulled on the nipple with the other as though
masturbating.

The only sound in the bedroom was my belt unbuckling, followed by the
lowering of my zipper. Then pants dropped to the floor with a thud. In
my haste, I almost ripped my shorts off. Soon afterward, I was bending
down and hobbling on one foot as I removed my socks and shoes while
standing. Lastly, I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it
casually on a nearby chair and stood there, penis erectus, ready to
conquer the world.

Claire put her feet firmly on the floor and wriggled out of her
panties. Her dampened pubic hair sparkled from the reflected light
pouring in the window. That image is also vivid now, as I pause from
my writing . . . her fingers wandered under the elastic and peeled
those lime green panties from her body. She was completely naked now,
except for the lime green panties in her hand. I recall envying the
shadows hovering upon her skin. I had this overpowering urge to lick
and kiss her everywhere, though I still harbored certain reservations
about things that were considered taboo by the guys.

Claire's breasts were full, particularly in contrast with her narrow
waist and thin arms, their nipples, still taut from her earlier
massage pointed upward. Her pubic hair parted naturally, affording me
a glimpse of her vagina whose swollen lips awaited me. Soon, I
thought, soon. I took a firm grip on myself.

With a giggle, Claire twirled her underpants over her head on one
finger round and round until finally they flew off her hand and landed
at my feet.

"Lucky shot," she said, giggling some more as she sank slowly before
me to the floor. I picked them up and held them to my nose and
inhaled. The musky odor assailed my nostrils. I closed my eyes and
found myself heady with lust.

"Why not wear them over your face?" Claire asked, smiling. 

I pulled them over my head.

"Can you smell my pussy?" She asked lewdly.

"Oh yes. Yes I can. And it's a wonderful smell Claire," I said
reassuringly, surprised that I could see her clearly through the
gauze-like material.

"Good, because I smell something good myself," her eyes gleamed and
she licked those wanton, salacious lips of hers seductively.

I was ready to bust a load and began stroking my cock, rubbing the
early seepage around and into my purple knob. As I manipulated myself
I became aware of her breathing, which had intensified.

Claire moved a couple feet away from me and said, "Now watch me, but
don't touch me, understand?"

I nodded.

"Look at what you did to me Frank." 

Claire's thumbs were hooked inside her pussy and she was spreading it
wide apart. The hot pink color leapt out at me.

"I'm opening my pussy for you to see my clit." Her voice dripped sex.

My hand froze, my jaw dropped open and my eyes bulged out of my head!

"See, Frank, it's swelling from me touching it." 

I must have been drooling by then, but I still heard Claire whisper
huskily, "Look at MY hardon Frank."

Oh, I did, I did.

"Watch as my finger rubs all around it . . ." she licked her lips,
"Mmmmmmmm, I'd love to feel you suck it into your mouth Frank," she
became the siren luring the thirsty sailor.

"Want to feel your tongue pressing and flicking at it . . ." she
actually hissed snakelike and curled her tongue, "pulling it back.
Mmmmmm, Frank, she croaked, "gimme a lick here baby."

I dropped to my knees and crawled closer.

"You're probably thinking that it's disgusting," Claire crooned to me
as I moved within inches of her.  Most guys wouldn't ever think of
doing that . . .for a girl, although they don't mind a girl going down
on them, do they Frank?"

Mesmerized, I could only nod affirmatively. That's exactly what the
guys had said to me. Some how it didn't seem fair to me as I reeled
closer, drawing in her pungent aroma, entranced by the liquid covering
her fingers, which were now oozing in and out of her tight
salmon-colored cavern.

"You know Frank, when my thumb nail rubs against it, like this . . ."
and she flicked it just so . . . "Mmmmmm! It tingles Frank . . . oh,
and it throbs so . . . can you imagine how goooood it feels?"

Both my dick and my mouth were drooling as I nodded.

"Frank, if you wanted to you could put your head right between my legs
right now . . . " and Claire's thighs parted some more.

"Mmmmmm what a wonderful thought," she sighed.

"Okay," I whispered hoarsely."

"Would you?" Her voice grew deeper.

"Wha . . . What do I do?"

"Mmmmmmm . . .Frankie baby, I seem to be soaked here." Claire seemed
not to have heard me as she inserted her middle finger and seemed to
stir it around. Quivering, she pulled her finger out and offered it to
me.

Without hesitating, I accepted it. My tongue licked it feverously,
trying to overcome the taboo and assimilate the taste. Slowly Claire
withdrew the finger. There had been no awful odor, no repellent taste,
rather I found her to be sweet and sour at the same time.

"Watch me Frank, she cooed, and thrust three fingers inside her.

"I can feel them Frank . . . three fingers . . . " she shivered as I
placed a hand on her shoulder to maintain my balance.

"Mmmmmm, so tight . . . why look Frank, they're  . . . " she sucked in
her breath, "stretching me, Frank. Look how open I am for you baby."

I inched closer to her, my nose brushed against her pubic hairs.

"I'm rubbing my clit Frankie." 

Oh, yeah, no lie there.

"Oh look at me baby, look at me. I'm so fucking wet baby . . ."

Another revelation, I loved hearing her say "fuck." I kissed her belly
surprising Claire, who drew in her breath. My tongue did a lap or two
around her belly button.

Claire rasped, "Oh yes, baby! Come on down!"

I began a series of small, light kisses that could only lead to one
place.

Her fingers fluttered in front of my face capturing my attention. I
paused in my kissing, focused on those fingers. Claire raised herself
up slightly and slid one hand under her ass, the fingers of her other
hand moved fleetingly upon her clit.

I resumed my nipping kisses. She moaned saying, "Let me tell you about
my pussy Frank. There's a lot to it, ya know." She was panting hard
and I could hear the squishing sound her juices made as she plied
those fingers in and out of her cunt. Then I realized fingers on her
other hand were moving in and out as well, but from her ass!

I continued my trail of wet sloppy kisses into her bush and then I
arrived at her pussy. A tentative lick . . . a taste bud savoring . .
. and I went for it.

"Mmmmmmm, baby, that's nice! Claire likes that very much!"

"You taste good, Claire."

"Ohhhhhh, God, sweetheart!"

"Is it okay, Claire?"

"Of course it's okay, baby," she said, lowering her face and kissing
the top of my head.

I continued kissing and licking, emboldened now, I took her large lip
into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could.

Claire responded by grasping my head with both hands and holding my
face in place.

"Ohhh fuck! There!" she instructed, Right there!"

"Ohhh, do it! Ummmm, yes, yes, yes! Oh, Frankie . . . there, ahhhh! 
Right there!"

My prick was so rigid I started to rise to get some relief, but Claire
called out in a hoarse whisper, "No, stay put!"

I putted. Sucking her enlarged clit as she'd instructed me.

"There!" She called suddenly. "There! Oh, right there! Oh, GOD that
feels so nice!"

I stopped using my mouth for a moment, letting my fingers slip inside
her teasing that spot she was raving about. Curious, I spread her legs
further apart, to obtain a better view of her pussy.

With the blinds drawn the room was almost dark except for several thin
rays of sunlight spilling in and falling across the bed. Two rays
highlighted her wet vaginal furrow until I blotted them out by
lowering my face once again.

I don't know how long I pleasured her this way. Claire moaned all the
while as I licked her, sucked her, nipped her, and caressed her. My
fingers roamed upward, discovered her hardened nipples and plied them,
bringing forth even louder moans. Claire's arms were thrown back
behind her head, which was shaking from side to side. Her hands held
tightly to the headboard, and when I slowly bit down into the flesh of
her clitoris, she screamed and went rigid, moaning, "No more, no more,
no more. It hurts. No more."

I hesitated for a moment then began sucking her clit again.

Claire moaned. "Oh, God. I'm going to come again Frank. Stay there.
Watch me come. Watch me now."

I withdrew far enough to see what she was talking about. Both her
hands were working almost frenziedly on her cunt. Her ass rose up from
the bed, only to fall back then rise up again. Claire stuck her tongue
out trying in vain to lick her breast, but she could only reach the
beginning of her cleavage, where drops of her saliva pooled and
flickered faintly in the dim afternoon lighting. She didn't seem to
mind this failure.

Then she was smiling, as she calmly said, "I'm there! I'm there! I'm
there! Mmmmmm! So good! Oh, so nice."

The rest of her words vanished in the scream of joy erupting from her
as her body spasmed from the final chords her fingers played out upon
her clitoris and cunt. Slowly, Claire came to rest, until finally she
turned her hands palms-up upon her thighs and let her head fall back
gently on the pillow so she was staring up at the ceiling.  She smiled
contentedly and purred. Slowly, her chin came down until she was able
to look at me again.

She just lay there, looking at me.  I glanced furtively at my hardon.
The pre-cum was oozing copiously from the tip.

"That was wonderful," she said in a hoarse voice. "Thank you. You
know, for the first time you were . . . ummm, very, very good. And
thank you . . ." she didn't finish the sentence.

I must have looked at her questioningly. 

"For watching," she explained. "It was so much better with you
watching. I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head. My prick jerked in the air of its own accord and
Claire broke out in a gale of laughter. I looked at her pussy,
sumptuously wet and swollen, veiled now with tiny ringlets of dampened
pubic hair.

Claire spoke softly to me. "Would you like to try it?"

She saw me staring between her legs and said, "Not me silly. You."

"Oh, I ... I couldn't. I mean ...I."

"Go on," she said firmly as if knowing I would and only needed to be
prodded a bit.

"Really? You really want to watch me jerk off?"

"Yes I do. I really and truly want to watch you do it."

I stood up and took myself in hand.

"Ohhh, look at you," Claire cooed. "Can you really grip it in both
hands?"

"Uh, yeah, I can."

With some pride I quickly demonstrated that indeed I could grip it
with two hands and there was still about two inches protruding above
my fingers.

"I've never seen a cock as big as yours," she whispered, obviously
impressed.
"But after the contest I should have known, but still ... you make quite
an impact on me Frank. Your cock is ... formidable. Yes formidable.

I ached for her hand to replace mine, but lacked the courage to ask. 

"Go on, Frank, crank it up."

I leaned back slightly thrusting my pelvis at her face, which was only
two feet away and began to jerk myself off.

"Claire?"

"Yes?" Her voice already possessed a dream-like quality.

"Can I lick your nipple while I do it?"

"No." But she paused as if giving my request further consideration.
"Oh, all right, but keep stoking and don't bite them they're quite
sensitive right now."

She stood beside me and presented a breast to my mouth. She even
cupped my balls for a minute or so. But I was thwarted from my
blissful sucking as Claire pulled her stiffened nipple from my pouting
lips and sat down at my feet.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I can see you. I'll let you play with them
later, okay?"

I continued with my slow, mechanical stroking, occasionally running my
thumb across the head of my uncircumcised prick, tickling the
sensitive head.

"That's so beautiful," Claire husked. "Thank you for letting me
watch."

"Never done this before," I stammered.

"You've never masturbated before?" She asked incredulously.

"No. Had someone watch me. Normally I'd have come by now."

"I've heard guys sometimes form a circle and have contests to see who
will finish first and who will be the last to come."

"Really?" I said. I'd never heard of such goings on.

"Ummm, for sure. But girls don't do that."

"That's strange," I responded, "I though both sexes were pretty much
alike when it comes to sex."

"No, not at all. Girls might get down and dirty with one another
though."

I wiped beads of sweat from my eyes and forehead, and asked, "What do
you mean?"

"I mean they eat each other. If the group is large enough, say four
girls, and they haven't paired off, they might form a circle while
eating one another. That's called pulling the train. "

"Look at me," she said, and I did. "I see little droplets of cum on
your cock. Wet yourself with them. Pretend you're inside my pussy. I'm
still soooo wet. Go ahead."

"I had never heard or dreamt anyone talked like this before. I did as
she suggested and squeezed my prick tighter then ever before. My hand
became a blur as I felt my scrotum beginning to tighten. My heart was
pounding. Sweat trickled down my nose and dropped to my chest. My head
was ready to burst.

I watched as Claire's eyes followed my movement - from my hand jacking
off to my eyes. Eyes glazed with lust, I focused on her cunt -
incredibly turned on by how she looked and how she was acting.

Then I heard her say, "Now, Frank. Now, Frank. Come on me Frank, shoot
all over me Frank. That cinched it. Sperm cannonaded from me. Ribbons
of white ink poured forth adorning her lips, chin, neck and hair.

My cries of pleasure merged with her yelps of delight. Then all was
quiet except for my panting and gasping for air.

When I reached out to her, she wriggled away, crying out, "Not yet,
not yet."

Only when I stopped panting did she close in on me and kiss me. I felt
her breath leaving her nostrils and breathed deeply through my own to
capture and savor it.

We kissed and kissed and kissed again. Our mouths were one for an
interminable time before she broke away and laughed happily.

"You're not finished yet." Claire said provocatively, touching my nose
with her finger.

'What?" I asked, puzzled.

"Your jism. Lick it off me." And she leaned away from me in order that
I might see for myself. With a nonchalance that amazed me, (well, I
had tasted myself before.) I sought out the morsel adorning her lower
lip and licked it off. Holding her head in my hands I removed all
traces of my sperm from her face, then kissed her and found her tongue
laving mine as though fighting for the spoils of war. It was great fun
and when it ended I regretted not having spewed forth even more.

It was a momentary regret, for her tits were bobbing unnervingly close
to my mouth. Claire giggled as her hand cupped a breast and held it
directly in front of my mouth. Eagerly my lips closed tightly upon her
nipple. I was in heaven.

"There are two of them you know," she crooned into my ear.

"Ummm, I know."

"Don't make Mama sore there, be nice and take the other one for a
while, then I have a real treat for you."

I followed her suggestion and idly wondered what kind of treat she
could have that was better than this. Ahhh, such is the grand
foolishness of youth. George Bernard Shaw was right on the money when
he wrote, "Youth is wasted on the young."

Then I felt an incredibly warm, wetness envelope my prick as her mouth
descended upon it.

"Ummmmmmmmmm," she moaned with satisfaction.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I groaned in gratification and sank to the floor
beside her.

Claire made a slight adjustment to her position and continued with her
blowjob, which by the way, is still unmatched in my experience. It
seemed to me that Claire continuously changed her sucking technique. I
mean, one second she was sucking the very life out of my cock as she
went down on it. Then she'd pause and lick, suck, lick, varying the
pressure from her lips. Then she was concentrating on the head of my
cock, exploring, finding every sensitive area possible.

I lay there in a dream-like state as she raked my testicles with her
nails and then kissed them and finally drew them into her mouth. It
was exhilarating. It was rapturous. It was fucking great. Once again,
I erupted with volcano-like force, this time into her insatiably
parched mouth and she swallowed every drop.

We stopped and had some orange juice to help refresh us, then light
conversation followed about what I wanted to do with my life. I was
surprised to discover I had no idea what I wanted to do. Deftly Claire
planted fertile seeds in my brain as my dick hung panting, trying
desperately to renew itself.

"Oh, damn, it's one o'clock already," she said, and reached out and
ran her fingers across my hairless chest. "We'd better get going
again."

She pinched a nipple then ran her hand across my stomach. "Ummm,
you're so smooth and sexy."

"Me, sexy? You've gotta be kidding." I really thought she was teasing
me.

Claire giggled and said, "If you only knew how sexy you are to a
woman, your ego would be impossible to deal with. Please stay as sweet
as you are Frank. Promise me."

"I'll certainly try Claire." I managed to gasp as she began to play
with my nipples. I was surprised that it felt so good, and told her,
"That feels nice."

"That's only the start." Claire said, bending over and licking a
nipple with her tongue. She played with them for a while then reached
down and gave my cock a playful tug. "I'll bet you're already to go
again," she smiled. "Good, I like that."

"I am?" I said.

"You are. Take my word for it."

"I am," I said, reassuring myself for the second time in the last
minute, still somewhat surprised at my tumescence as I settled down
and grabbed a pillow for my head.

Claire laughed and moved up my chest to reach behind my head,
caressing it with her long nails. For some inexplicable reason she
kissed me, softly at first then harder and harder. Her mouth opened
and a warm, wet tongue forced my mouth open and invaded mine.

I had swapped spit before, but never under these circumstances.
Instinctively, I followed her movements and tossed in a few of my own.
We were both moaning with the lust of it all.

"Put it in me Frank. It's time to fuck me. Fuck me good Frank." 

She seemed to be pleading with me. I hurried to comply, only I
couldn't find her hole fast enough to suit her and she gripped me in
her fist placed me inside her.

Oh God! I wriggled my skinny ass and found her so wet that I slid in
to the point our pubic hair was mingling. I still remember the
sensation as her cunt wrapped around me.

"Fuck me Frank! Fuck me hard!"

We went at it like two 'energizer' bunnies. Her face was covered with
a sheen of perspiration, her mouth hung open and her tongue lolled
out. Claire was panting like a dog, eyes wild, filled with a crazed
lust. I laughed thinking how I must look to her and then forgot about
thinking and concentrated on fucking as her vaginal muscles squeezed
me tightly while I plunged in and out.

"Yesss! Frank, fuck me harder!" She wailed close to my ear. Then
lavished it with warm, slippery, moist kisses.

I gripped Claire's ass with both hands and slammed it too her. Her
stomach pounded against me as she wrapped her legs around my back,
bonding us closer than before. I realized she'd brought my wild
thrusting under some semblance of control and I began to pace myself.
Her moans grew louder and I realized she was clawing my back with her
nails. Later she would tend to these slashes with the utmost care, but
then she was tearing my back apart.

I didn't care about the searing pain. I kept slamming my pelvis
against hers, driving my cock home. I could feel the eruption building
inside me as her juices flowed from her pussy, around my cock and down
her thighs, ending up in the crack of her ass.

"I'm gonna come Claire!"

"I am coming and coming and coming, but please don't stop! Oh, God I
don't believe this!"

We thrashed about for another minute and then I couldn't hold off any
longer and came in a torrent. Claire wriggled under me, thrusting her
pelvis about, wringing the last vestiges of her climax from her body.
 
We lay silent and still, me still on top of her prone body. 

Both panting before Claire gently rolled me off her and bent to take
me in her mouth. She licked me clean and then kissed me. I tasted my
jizm on her tongue and sucked it up, swallowing it knowing this act
would bring Claire joy.

 It did. She hugged me close and whispered, "You'd better get ready
for work. You can take a quick shower if you like."

"No," I said. "I'd rather go through the day with your odor in my
nostrils and your taste on my lips." I meant it as I said it. I hadn't
reckoned on Claire's take though.

"Oh, Frank, that's the nicest thing any guy ever said to me. You are a
romantic!
Give me another kiss you  . . . you wonderful lover you."

This wondrous affair lasted five weeks.

That it ended when it did was my fault. Claire taught me so much I
thought I'd be irresistible to the girls at school. It was one of the
worst decisions I ever made. I ignored her. And eventually she found
someone else; and I never knew  who. As for me, my prowess as a lover
went for naught with girls my own age. They wanted a guy with a car.
They wanted a jock. I was a has-been jock now, working 32 hours a
week, so I went without pussy for the rest of high school and beyond.
For two long years my fist was my solitary lover, until a year out of
high school I got lucky again. But that's another story.

I love you Claire, wherever you are. I think of you often. And you
will always be youthful, beautiful and sensual to me. I love you and
thank you for everything. I wish I'd handled things differently, but
that's life.

The End
Your comments are always welcome.
 the_panda@hotmail.com

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