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From: Ron Garret <rongarret2000-assm@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} New Years Resolutions Pt3 (mf teen rom humor)
Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2003 19:10:02 -0500
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As I don't control the USENET, and certainly don't control who reads it, 
I request that you don't read it if you shouldn't be reading it.  Like 
that would have stopped me at that age.

This text is copyright 2003 by Ron Garrret and may not be archived on 
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I welcome comments, but I'm not looking for partners.

Most of all, I hope you enjoy the work.


-=-=-
Part III
-=-=-

"You know," I said, looking at the door.  "I'm beginning to really adore 
that woman."  Terri laughed sweetly and then put on her bib, just in 
case.  Dinner time.

We had fun with it, especially considering that I really didn't ache 
that much anymore, wasn't drugged up to the heavens, and, well, I 
suppose Terri got a nap somewhere along the line as well.  I never 
realized how much fun it was to chase a pea on a spoon before, and I 
tried to, as sensually as was possible, scoop up the pudding with my 
tongue.  I lost it when Terri noted, as I was sticking out my tongue 
with a prized daub of vanilla goop on the end, noted that I had that 
wrong, it was her who was supposed to display such things to me.  Damn 
good thing she chose to wear that bib, as the bits went into the trash 
along with it.

Or not.  Had I sprayed the semi-custard onto that tube top, it might 
have been what was removed.  It was as if she read my mind, something I 
was starting to get used to, as we both turned shy at the same time.  
Man, I was so ready to invite her to lay down next to me, to kiss those 
lips of hers, to touch her hair, her cheeks, and yeah, her boobs.  
Instead, I asked her what she had been up to that day.

"Thinking," she responded.  "After I changed and came back to find you 
zonked out, I didn't really have much else to do."  I started feeling 
guilty and she moved closer and sat on the bed, giving me a pleasant 
smile.  "Stop that," she ordered with a poke to my chest.  "You needed 
your rest.  And, well, I did need to think.  This has been awfully 
fast."

"Real fast," I agreed.  "Look," I added, "we really don't have to do 
anything, I like you and all.  I don't want to rush into anything and 
screw up."  Wow, I was giving the speech I had heard many a time, the 
'lets just be friends' speech.

Terri was having nothing of that crap, however.  "Look, buster," she 
mock snarled at me.  "I already told your MOTHER that I was taking you 
to bed and the only question that needs to be settled on that score is 
whose bed it will be.  You'd BEST get used to that idea."  She hmphed 
cutely and went on, "Besides, there's not many days left, and I'll be 
damned if I get this close and have to start all over again."

Really, I should have just been a raging hard on at that point, but, 
well, I REALLY liked this girl and I didn't want to screw things up.  
That joke about marriage had been rumbling around at the back of my 
mind, and I, well, kinda had started thinking what she'd look like when 
she was my mother's age, and how I'd look next to her.  Kids, well, that 
wasn't something that fifteen-year-old guys wanted to consider.  Usually 
we'd been temporarily cured of that by nephews, nieces and cousins.

"I'm not sure I'd be the best choice," I said.  "You saw what happened 
this morning," I added with some shame.  "What if that happened the 
first time?"  What the fuck was I doing???  I mean, well, aside from 
caring, but SHIT, someone go send Vito and Vinnie to go talk to my 
tongue, because if it screws this up, it's going in the part of the bay 
where the sharks live.  Ugh, I wanted to be my brother so I could kick 
my ass.

The words, however, seemed to spark something in Terri's eyes.  "What 
if?" she asked, echoing me.  "I'd say, so what.  We wait a little while 
and try again."  Her hand moved and laid on my chest, sending waves of 
happy into me, even with the blanket in between us.  "We'll work things 
through together.."  That coy smile came back at full force as she 
added, "besides, we won't be trying anything until after your 'reward' 
tomorrow.  I hope she lets me watch, I could use with some pointers on 
that type of thing.  This morning was the first time I'd ever even 
touched a, umm, dick before."

Fuck Vito and Vinnie, they're obviously too slow.  I needed some of 
those Iranian terrorists to go after my mouth as it spewed out, "Nothing 
until then?"  I mean, hell, she wanted to give me everything, and here I 
was trying to nail out some extras.

She laughed!  "What, you think I plan on spending the night in that 
awful chair again?  There's enough room for two of us in this bed, so 
long as we stay really close to each other."  Her hand moved, sought out 
mine, "Besides," she said, lifting my hand and bringing it towards her 
chest.  "This thing is going to slip off at any moment, and I'm going to 
need some brave guy to cover me, lest everyone see my boobies."

Brave?  That's not brave, brave is grabbing a guy's hand and bringing it 
to your chest.  She was brave, and I really wanted to touch those boobs.  
Or boobies, depending on which of us on this bed you asked.  I moved 
away from her, giving her room on the bed to lay down, and she got onto 
it, lifting the blanket and sheet enough to slip under, still 
technically fully clothed, except for her sandals that got left behind.

We started kissing, and I mean really kissing.  Kissing like I've never 
done before, and kissing that really, really, really felt good.  When I 
opened my mouth to sort of breathe extra, her tongue slipped in, and if 
I thought kissing was fun before, DAMN, I had totally not understood the 
concept.

Time must have flown by as the door opened, interrupting us in the 
middle of an interesting tongue twister, my hand having finally braved 
pulling down her tube top and exposed feeling up her bare breast.  "It 
must be Nine o'five," I said, bringing a giggle from my bed partner and 
a stern look from the nurse.

"No fucking," she snapped.  "This is a hospital, and if you don't think 
we have rubber hoses here, you got another thing coming."  She stomped 
into the bathroom and came back out, tossing a towel to Terri.  "You, 
missy, had best do something about that," she said, pointing at the huge 
lump in the bed.  "I don't like cleaning it off of walls and I 
absolutely hate it when I got stiff sheets to change.  If you two get 
lost, push the button, otherwise I'll arrange to have my coffee break at 
10 o'five and be back here at around 11."  She turned, started for the 
door, then turned back and snapped, "And Terri, don't you go putting 
that into your mouth.  I already have dibs, and I doubt you're quite 
ready to handle everything..  Well, at least handle that."  Now she was 
finished, now she left, and now we started laughing yet again.

"I stand corrected," I noted. "It is no longer a 'think' it is certainly 
a 'do adore that woman.'"  Terri happily agreed, looked me in the eyes 
and kissed me.  In seconds, we were right back where we were when we 
were rudely interrupted.

Damn, her breast felt soft yet hard, smooth yet crinkly.  It was just 
where you were touching. Between and right below, they were a bit moist 
from sweat.  I couldn't stop myself, my hands just kept roaming, and 
really liking what it found.  She broke the kiss so that she might try, 
vainly, to catch up with her breath.  I took that opportunity to try 
what I had wanted to do all my life, latch my mouth onto a real live 
breast.

It was awesome, I loved the taste of it, the feeling of it, and judging 
from Terri's gasping breath, she thought it was pretty nifty too.  I 
moved from one to the other, one of my hands rubbing the unoccupied one 
while the mouth devoured the other.  That was almost as good as kissing.  
She started moaning and squeaking, and that was even better than her 
heavy breathing, so it just encouraged me.  For a while there, I was 
almost whipping back and forth, the very tips of her nipples would get 
nibbles, licks, pinches, flicks, rubs.  Her squeaking became near 
constant and then she was thrashing about, groaning like a mad woman, 
and I almost pushed the button to call the nurse.

I just stopped and watched in fascination.  When she finally regained 
her mind, she held me tight to her, just resting there, holding me.  
"Wow," I said in a voice full of astonishment and wonder.  "Is that what 
it's like when a girl cums?"

She lifted her tired head, looked me in the eyes, and nodded, and then 
kissed me.  Forget before, this was tonsil diving time, and I really 
liked that.

I had, really, up until that moment, been really scared of actual sex.  
I had gotten even more scared after earlier, when I started spraying all 
over, thinking that, well, all I would do would be spray and not make 
her happy. I loved making her happy, and knowing I could make her happy 
made everything else just seem right.

The kissing just seemed to go on forever, my hand finding a comfortable 
resting place on her tit, a thumb casually playing with the stiff tip, 
my other hand messing up her hair, her hand messing up mine.  We'd break 
to catch our collective breaths, just staring into each other's eyes and 
then dive right back into kissing.

The next break I couldn't help myself, I had to say something, or else 
my chest would just burst from the pressure.  I said, "I love you."  And 
I blanched, a cold thrill running all over me, sweat pours opened, goose 
bumps rising everywhere.  I think I even held my breath after I said it.

"I know," she replied, her head tilting dreamily.  And that felt right, 
and I could breathe again, and I dived in for another kiss, this time, 
somehow, even more intense than before.

On our next stop to pick up some extra oxygen, she said the same to me, 
and it was like an electric current started flowing through me.  I 
didn't feel like I was a hundred and twenty-five, I felt like I was a 
muscle man, like Mr. Universe himself, Arnold.  And the kiss that 
followed wasn't like our lips were fighting, like our tongues were 
wrestling.  Odd as it sounds, it seemed like our lips melted together 
and our tongues were like they were holding hands.  And that kiss 
seemed, really, to last forever.

Or at least as long as it took for the door to open and the nurse to 
breeze in.  "Leave off the liplock for a moment, sweetie," she told us.  
"I need to put something in there for a moment, and it appears that the 
two of you really need to come up for air anyway."  In went the rod of 
glass to my mouth, and the nurse appraised us.  "Aww, you two are like 
lovesick puppies.."  She lifted the blanket before either of us could 
stop her.  "Only second base?  And oh my gawd, that thing looks like 
it's going to pop in a most unnatural way.  What's the matter with you, 
woman, I gave you a towel.  Damn, look at his balls, they're tight 
enough to play the bongos on."  She dropped the blanket unceremoniously 
and snatched the thermometer out of my mouth and nodded, "that's 
perfectly normal for a super horny guy.  Well, carry on," she said as 
way of goodbye before leaving.

We got the giggles.

"You know," she said as the grip of humor slipped a bit and she lifted 
the blanket, "it is your turn again."

"Nahh," I said, denying the obvious.  "Your turn again, I don't want to 
be caught in the negatives."

She shook her head and sat up on the bed.  "No way, 'cause I wanna get 
out of these damn tight shorts and I REALLY want you to touch me down 
there, and if I let that happen, I'm going to have to explain stiff 
sheets, and she already weirds me out enough sometimes as it is."  She 
toothed a lip and added, "Besides, I wanna and there ain't nothing you 
can do about it so you'd better just lay back and enjoy yourself..." She 
looked at it a moment, and her hand reached out and touched my cock.  
Damn, the silly thing literally jumped at her hand, like it had a mind 
of it's own, and that brought a bright giggle from her.  "Though," she 
noted as her fingers traced the large vein, "you might have to offer 
some advice on what to do, seeing as you likely have a lot more 
experience taming that than I do."

I hissed out, trying not to trash around on the bed, "You're doin' 
just..ahh..fine!"  My eyes had screwed shut by their own accord, and my 
body was just about as stiff as my member was.  "Just do whatever..  And 
keep the towel near by, it won't take long."

She lifted the towel, brought it towards the head of my cock, got a 
wicked look in her eye and leaned down and licked my balls.  I shot.. A 
lot.  Enough that it splattered off the towel and back onto her head, at 
least a little bit, but she kept just licking those balls and I just 
kept thrashing about and the dick just kept throbbing and, oh gawd, it 
was glorious.

She cleaned off what she could of the mess, some of it would definitely 
be doomed to become a bit flakey in a while, and I kept hopping around 
every time the rough towel ran over the sensitive head of my cock.  When 
my breathing had returned to something semi normal, I pulled her down in 
a kiss that lasted a lot longer than I figured it would.  And when that 
kiss was done, I got some rather stiff pokes in my chest.

"Look," she said, finger jabbing me, "let's get a couple rules straight 
here.  First of all, no bank shots off the towel.  I'm trying to get 
used to concepts such as a tongue on a pair of balls, I'm not looking 
for sudden doses of seasoning.  I'm, well, just not ready for that yet, 
the nurse was right.  Second of all, that's not a hair conditioner.  
Stop getting it in my hair!"  Wow, that one was a pretty damn strong 
jab, gotta make sure I remember it.

"And third?" I asked her innocently.

"Third, when you pull me down for a kiss after you cum, at least have 
the decency to wait for me to toss aside the towel!  That shit gets cold 
in a hurry and seems to dry just about as fast and now my side is 
covered in the stuff.  Stay here," she commanded.  "I'll be back in a 
moment."  And she retreated to the bathroom I still had yet to enter.  
And I was feeling great, except for those areas of bruising from her 
jabbing me with her finger, and yet, even those felt just fine.

-=-=-

When she came back out of the bathroom I knew that no matter what, we'd 
never have any problems with me running out of steam.  I just had my 
greatest cum of my life, yet I was rock hard again seeing her nude.  
Gawd she looked good.  I just wanted to kiss her from the tip of her 
nose down to the littlest toe; just give me that, and I'd be a happy, 
happy, happy guy.  I moved over on the bed, making sure that there was 
obviously plenty of room.  She smiled and posed a little, being coy, and 
I loved it.  I actually, for the first time in my life, managed a real, 
honest to gawd, wolf whistle.

"You don't have to overdo it, you know," she said with a blushing grin.  
"But it is sweet of you to ignore my fat."  They absolutely need to 
change school programs to include a course called: You Don't Have To Be 
Anorexic.

"All I know is that I see the woman I love," I replied.  "A woman who 
will soon have a guy chasing after her unless she gets over here."

She took a moment to consider it, then must have decided I just wasn't 
healthy enough for that yet, because she did indeed move towards the 
bed.  Damn slowly too.  And I loved every second of that sweet torture.  
But..  "You're a red head," I creatively noticed.

She giggled and wiggled her hips, saying, "Well, red heads have a 
reputation for being nasty girls, and well..."  A hand went up to her 
hair, fingers running through it.  "I didn't mind being thought of as 
being, well, stupid or even loose.  I figured that the right guy would 
find out what I was really like before he saw what I was really like."  
Another swing of those hypnotic hips.

She had finally gotten close enough that if I scooted across the bed, I 
could actually reach out and touch her, and in surprisingly short order, 
I did just that.  The skin around her belly button was just so soft and 
smooth, my fingers just danced across it, giving her a little giggle, 
and she took a step closer, giving me just a bit better access.  My hand 
just started roaming, feeling the curves of her hips, touching that red 
hair, feeling the warmth and coolness of her thighs.  I loved everything 
I touched, and I swung my legs off the bed and sat up for the first 
time.  Or actually, more accurately, I tried to.

Terri was having none of that.  "You lay back down Mr. Krieger or I'm 
going back into the bathroom, put on my clothes and sleep in the 
recliner.  No one told you that you could get up.."  She toothed her lip 
again, "well, parts can stay up, but the rest lies down or this ends 
now.  I want you out of here."

Who can argue with the one they love?  I laid back down, and she moved 
another half step closer, her knees touching the side of the bed now.  
"That's better," she announced.  My closest hand returned to its roaming 
and I rolled onto my side so that the other could get into the act.  
They just kept wandering, touching, feeling.  After a few passes on her 
thighs, they started to separate, and my fingers discovered that she 
must have been sweating up a storm in those shorts, because about half-
way up from the knee, it was totally wet.

Wow, wet and slippery.  My fingers seemed to find that stuff to be 
absolutely fascinating.  I mean, really, I felt totally detached from my 
hands, I was just laying there, watching them, like I was watching Thing 
from the Adam's Family.  They were having a blast slipping and sliding, 
and her legs kept slipping further apart, her knees bending a bit.  When 
I was particularly close to the juncture of her legs, her knees bent 
even further and I really got my first feel of pussy.  Wow.  I knew then 
and there where I wanted to be for a good portion of the scant days left 
to the year.

My fingers explored her outer lips, like they were searching for the 
headwaters of the Nile or something.  Each time they traced the path, 
Terri would let out a low moan that was like an electric shock to me.  
Skitter, slide, moan.  We got a bit of a tempo going there for a bit, 
and then all of a sudden, like a flower opening to take in the first 
rays of sunlight, the outer lips pealed apart, and my fingers came into 
contact with a little stub of skin, and Terri let out a scream and 
started shaking and I thought that I was about to die of electrocution.

About ten seconds after her outburst, the shaking started to subside, 
and she seemed to fall, her hands and arms catching her, and her 
breathing was as if she just ran a mile.  "Move..  Ov..  Er.." she 
panted at me, and I scooted over to leave room on the bed for her.  
"Oh.. My GAWD!" she exclaimed in a rising pitch.

The door popped open and the nurse shoved her hands on her hips.  "I 
COMPLETELY agree," she stated scornfully.  "Here I am, breaking nearly 
every rule in this hospital, and you guys are making all this noise."  
She frowned a moment, looking at Terri.  "Oh, fuck," she muttered, and 
entered the room, letting the door swing shut behind her.  "I told you 
two no fucking," she muttered as she approached the bed.  "Spread 'em, 
sister.  Let's see what the clod did to you."

Terri was in no condition to say much of anything coherently, and to be 
honest, I really was ready to revert to childhood innocence and tell the 
nurse, "I browke it, fwix it for me?"

"Either you weren't quite telling the truth about being a virgin," the 
nurse observed, turning off her little penlight, "or I'm not quite 
understanding what just happened."  Terri still wasn't really able to 
speak, so it fell upon me to accept the grilling.  "What did you do, and 
tell me exactly."

"Well," I said, ready to be clobbered for my actions, "I had been 
running my fingers across her, well, you know, and then it sort of 
spread open and then my fingers hit a mole or something and, well, you 
heard what happened and she's like this.  I didn't do something like 
what it is like for a guy to be kicked in the balls, did I?"

The nurse started laughing and shook her head.  "No, no..  Don't they 
teach you body parts in school?" she asked and I mutely nodded my head.  
"That was her clit, dummy, and you likely gave her one hell of an 
orgasm."  Terri nodded her head, mutely. Well, if you don't count her 
gasps.  OOOH!  I just made her cum again!  I had a shit eating grin as 
the nurse headed for the door.  "Stick a pillow over her face next time, 
Romeo, there are old guys in this ward, and I don't want to have an 
entire floor of horny guys who'd been listening to some girl cum."  She 
shook her head, "you're not really trying all that hard to be good.  I 
suppose an old gal like me just doesn't hold a candle to a hottie like 
what you've got in bed.  Maybe Josh will take your reward for you."  
Door closed.  Giggles.  Hugs, and kisses.  I wonder if I could arrange 
to get run over by a bus on the way out the door, because I'm really 
getting to love this place.

-=-=-

And so ends part III, though had I thought about it, I would have dated 
the parts.  Well, perhaps after I go through, re-edit, clean up, re-
write, I'll post it by dates.  For those who are keeping track, it is 
the evening of December 27th, just before midnight.  My present plan is 
for the story to end around noon on January 1st.

Again, thank you for the comments, and for those who were wondering 
where there might be a bit of sex, here ya go.  Direct any questions, 
comments, or whatever to rongarret2000-assm@yahoo.com

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