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Taste of Her Smile - hetero
This work is released to the public domain

---
Funny how a jesting comment can backfire on a person.

Put two writers together and almost inevitably, someone will start a
thread about stories, how they are inspired, what they like and dislike...

Or, in this case, random talk about inspiration and 'good story titles'.

M/F cons rom
---

The Taste of Her Smile
Version two - Heterosexual
by: Stasya T. Canine
---

The smell
Of her hair

In my mind.
She'll always...

Be there.

Wise eyes.
That know.

Her body speaks
Of love...

And us.

Lovers.
Mate.

She is one.
Who reaffirms...

Love is rewarded with love

As life
Goes on.

One thing
Is certain.

I will always remember...

The taste of her smile.
---

So it begins.  This journey into memories.

How can I explain what happened to bring us together?

I can't.

All I can do is tell the tale and hope you begin to understand what
happened.

Twenty years ago, I was walking through a park.

I needed to forget the previous night.  The woman I thought I loved had
told me she never cared for me.  She told me that she had met the man of
her dreams and was planning to marry him come summertime.

So, unable to sleep past dawn, I headed for our park and tried to forget
the bittersweet taste of Melanie's false smile of condolences.

"Sir?  Oh Sir?  Could you please help me?" The female voice was as young
as my own.

I looked up to see an embarrassed smile.  Her problem was obvious. Several
dogs had managed to wrap their leashes around her legs and she stood there
unable to move.

Vaguely, I remembered seeing her before.

"Sure." I couldn't help my wry smile.  "No problem.  I wasn't doing
anything I can't forget about.  For awhile."

"I'm Mike." I got a slightly stiff nod in return.

"Kira.  I'm supposed to be walking them." She gestured helplessly with the
hand that wasn't holding the common leash.  "You're the first person I've
seen this morning.  I was afraid I'd never get them home on time."

"I can't afford to lose the money." Her voice was tinged with fear as she
said this.  Briefly, I wondered why she was so worried.

My brief worry was forgotten as the two of us untangled the dogs.  I was
surprised at how well behaved they were during all of our fumbling
efforts.

"One person owns all of them," Kira smiled wryly.  "I never walk dogs
together who don't already know each other."

"Ahhh...  That explains it." She looked at me with curiosity in her deep
blue eyes.  "Melanie and I always wondered why you seemed to have so many
dogs."

Now why did I notice Kira's eye color?  After two years, I still couldn't
remember Melanie's.

Kira tilted her head slightly as she studied me.  "Problems?" Her voice
was gentle.

I jerked my eyes back to her face.  "How?...

"Yes." I whispered it dejectedly as I started to turn away.

I felt a light touch my shoulder as she gently turned me back to face her.
 "I've watched you for a long time."

She looked away and then back.  "Sometimes a woman knows things.  I saw it
start several months ago.  I hoped I was wrong but..." She bowed her head
as she took a deep breath.  "She was using you."

"I know that.  Now." I couldn't help my bitter tones.

I never asked myself, then, how come I was so willing to unload on Kira.
Looking back, I think I was so far down that I would have poured out my
bitterness to anyone who showed the slightest interest that morning.

I started to leave once again and felt my legs refuse to move.  Looking
down, I discovered both of us were tangled in the leashes that had so
recently been wrapped about Kira's legs.

Canine grins looked up at us.  "Need some help?" Her smile was infectious.

"I think I can untangle us." Then I blurted some words that were unbidden
but somehow right.  "From the dogs anyway."

There was a long and slightly embarrassed silence.  Then Kira smiled. "I
think I'd like that." There was a warmth to her smile that I'd never known
a woman could have.

We were close enough so I could lean forward and brush her lips with mine.

That was the first time I tasted Kira's smile.

It definitely wasn't the last.

The rest of that week, we met at the edge of the park and then visited as
she walked the dogs for their morning exercise.

My casual comment that I enjoyed weekend day trips to the nearby mountains
made her eyes light with that same inner warmth I had seen the day we
first met.  At her wistful look, I impulsively asked her if she'd like to
join me.

"Yes." Then she looked at me oddly.  "On one condition."

I braced myself for whatever she had to say.

"I want to be with you.  Together."

I gaped at her.  Was she saying what I thought she was saying?

"Together?  As in?..." I couldn't finish it.  So much for my worldliness.

"Yes."

I stared at her until I realized what I was doing.  I looked away.  I
hadn't thought of the two of us in sexual terms.  I saw Kira as a friend.
More?  I wasn't sure.

"Are you sure?" I knew it sounded stupid even as I said it.  Here I was,
23, reasonably horny after losing a recent sex partner...

And now I was asking a woman if she was sure she wanted sex with me
-*after* she had insisted on it.

"Never mind." I finished the thought out loud before she could find a
polite answer that wouldn't embarrass both of us.

I smiled through my receding blush.  "Meet you at our usual place and time
tomorrow morning.  I'll bring the tent and other camping gear.  Bring
whatever you feel you need and can carry."

She nodded and then hugged me in thanks.

This time she was the one who leaned forward.

That was the second time I tasted her smile.  It was much better than the
first time.

--

My wave was returned with a smile and a wave on her part.

This was the first time I had seen her able to move freely.  Her limber
stride was, I had to admit, sensuous and having its effect on me already.

Her backpack had that well used look to it.  Her clothes were of the
practical type and I noticed almost absently that she carried herself with
the ease that comes of experience.

As she got closer, I realized that she was no beginner I would have to
patiently watch over.

Now that things were sort of in the open, I hurried to meet her.  Her
smile welcomed me.  I couldn't resist a kiss as we met.

"Done this before?" I teased.

"You bet!" She hugged me close and glued her lips to mine.  I nearly
overbalanced as she leaned into me.  That pack had some definite heft to
it.

Eventually we separated and walked hand in hand to my car.

Kira unbuckled the support belt, turned her back to me and shrugged her
pack into my waiting hands.  I almost dropped it because I wasn't
expecting the weight.

She must have heard my soft grunt of surprise.

"I forgot to warn you.  I haven't used it in a long time so I decided to
carry it as is rather than repack it with just what I would need for this
weekend." Her voice was smiling and not a bit contrite.  Well, I already
knew she was different than what I was used to in a woman.

Weekend?  Interesting.  That wasn't what *I* had suggested.

After we got in the car she reached over and lightly placed a hand on my
leg.

"Mike?"

"Yes?"

"I have a confession to make." Her voice was soft but firm.  Our eyes
locked.

"I pushed you into this.  I know that.  I'm using you." She blushed. "As a
friend would use a friend."

I nodded slowly and waited.

"I've wanted to know you as a friend ever since I first saw you.  Once we
had a chance to talk, I wanted more.

"Can you understand that?"

I didn't answer right away.  I started the car and drove for a few minutes
before I dared to let myself speak.

"You're honest about it anyway.  When I saw you walking across the park, I
realized how sexy you are."

As I turned onto the freeway, I fell silent until we were safely on our
way.  Her hand had never left my leg.  Now, I reached down and placed my
hand on hers.

"Had things been 'normal', I would be the one using you.  I'm honest
enough to admit that.

"So, yeah, I can understand part of it." I hesitated.

"You know what scares me?" I watched the road for a while as she waited
for me to finish.

"What?" It was a whisper.

"I think I love you." I felt her hand tighten on my leg and then relax.

For the rest of the trip, we compared notes on what hiking and camping we
had done.  I felt like a beginner by the time we got to the trailhead. She
was that experienced.  I'd done some hiking and camping in my spare time
but Melanie was never interested so after I met her, all I had done were
day hikes.

Kira had actually spent time as a camp counselor for a youth group.  The
outdoors was in her family's blood.

Since we had decided to use my gear for as much as we could, she left me
alone as I set up camp.  By noon, everything was ready.

With a slightly bemused smile, I watched as she entered the tent.  Once
inside, she turned around to look out the door.  Her dazzling smile spoke
all that needed to be said.

Still in a state of diffused awareness, I knelt down and started to join
her.

Her lips met mine and a gentle spark seemed to flow between us.

Shaken by the intensity of my new feelings, I joined my lover.

Parts of the rest of that day stand out in stark clarity.  Others are a
blur.  Some parts I have to assume happened since the parts I do remember
would make no sense otherwise.

I know we took our clothes off before we made love.  I vaguely remember
helping her remove her clothes.  I also remember her hands trembling as
they helped remove mine.

The trembling wasn't fear.  It was suppressed urgency.

I remember kissing her once we were fully naked.  A kiss that somehow
became filled with urgent gusts of breath as we explored each other's
bodies.

I remember commenting on her musky perfume.  Her gentle laughter as she
told me she wasn't wearing any.  It was all natural.

My god it was heady.  Lust.  Love.  Tender.  I hadn't known a woman could
smell so...

Female.

There was little finesse to our rut the first time.  We coupled.  I drove
into her and I think she drove herself on me.  However it happened, I
spasmed before she did.  She soothed me.

"It's ok." I remember that.  "We have plenty of time.  I got what you
needed." It wasn't until later, as we lay covered in sweat and surrounded
by the scent of lust that I thought about what she had said.

When I tried to apologize for how unthinking I had been, she laid a finger
across my lips.

"It had to happen this way." That was all she has ever said on the matter.

I *think* she was as frantically driven as I had been.  I was so wrapped
up in myself that I don't remember.  Kira has never spoken of it.

With the edge off of our shared lust, the rest of the day became gentle
loving.  Voyages of discovery as we explored each other.

I've never understood why some men refuse to kiss and clean a woman
they've just made love to.  For me, it's a natural thing to do.

The action says something that can be said in no other way.  I enjoy the
taste of a woman.  I love the smell of her when she has just finished sex.

There's something in me that wants to emphasize the fact I see our sex as
more than me leaving some fluid inside her body and seeking my pleasure.

Oral sex after normal sex is how I tell her what I feel for her.

I could feel Kira's surprise as I shifted to place my face between her
legs.  I looked up at her and saw what seemed to be fear mingled with joy.

"Well?" My question was softly spoken.

She seemed frozen in indecision at first.  Then, she closed her eyes.  I
felt her hands reach to cradle my head.

"Yes." It was a whisper.  "Oh yes!" It was still a whisper but now her
eyes were open and she released my head.

I bent my head and my lips touched her in a gentle kiss.

Now, truly, I learned the taste of her smile.

My warm breath flowed across her as I opened my mouth and covered her. My
tongue gently probed and searched for our mingled leavings.  My hands
worked their way under Kira and lifted her so I could pressure myself into
her.  Firmly, gently, I lost all track of time as I savored what was
freely given and so eagerly received.

I returned to hands vainly trying to push me away and her quiet laughter
as she realized the hopelessness of making me stop pleasuring her.

It was the most natural thing in the world for me to slowly slide along
her body until we could kiss each other.

Words?  Did we speak to each other during all this?  I don't remember any.
 I remember speaking the language of 'feel'.  Bodies that sought each
other as naturally as opposite poles of magnets.  I remember hands tracing
curves and hollows.  Fingers learning the taste of the other person.

Gasps as one of us would discover a spot that sent intense spasms of
pleasure through our partner.

One of us, I don't remember who, pulled one of the sleeping bags over us
before we fell into an exhausted yet completely fulfilled slumber.

Just before we drifted off completely, I think one or both of us whispered
a gentle "yes".

To the best of my recollection, neither one of us ever asked the question.

I never felt the need to get a spoken answer anyway.

The taste of her smile was the only answer I wanted. ---

part 2 - Moonlight Massage
---

A random comment after we awoke sent us scurrying for the tent door.  We
discovered we both have a passion for outdoor sex.

Giggling like naughty children, we hauled the open sleeping bags outside
the tent.  Once we found a clear spot, we spread one of them out and
collapsed on it.  The other was nearby for later use.

"On your belly." Kira commanded me.

Once in I was in position, She straddled me and began a slow, sensuous
massage.

"Mmmm...  You have a lover's touch.  Did you know that?" I was almost
ready to fall asleep as a result of her tender manipulations and the
relaxed afterglow remaining from our earlier activities.

"I should." I could hear the suppressed mirth.  She lightly slapped one
buttock.  I tensed and then relaxed as her fingers gently probed my crack
and then moved to stroke my ballsack.

We couldn't have ordered better weather.  A clear night.  Lots of stars.
The moon is overhead and almost full.

The moon's gentle radiance bathes us in a special glow that matches the
glow we feel from merging our souls.

Plus, a minor miracle I would never dare to order.  No wind.  Not even a
*breath* of a breeze.

"Love under the stars," I murmur.  Kira hears me anyway.

"Yes." It is a whisper that barely reaches my ears.

"Love." That word is an uncertain gust of breath as it leaves her.  I
puzzle briefly at her tones.  She sounds - questioning?  Is she tasting
the word to see if it is right?

I feel her shift her weight and then she pauses in her movements.

There is a long silence.  Long enough to start me worrying.  As I shift
slightly to turn over, I feel her hand gently apply pressure to the middle
of my back.

"No." Her voice is sad.

"Not yet." She starts massaging me again.

I sense she isn't really here.  Her hands 'wander at random'.  That's the
only way I can describe her movements.  Her fingers press and release but
they do not do so in response to my body.

Her body starts shaking.  I hear her breath catch.  Something cold drips
on my back.  She's crying.

This time, when I try to roll onto my back, she doesn't stop me.

"Kira?"

She falls forward.  My face is covered with her hair and then her lips
seek and clamp to mine.

She pulls back slightly.

"Hold me - don't say anything, just hold me." Then she kisses me lightly
and collapses on top of me.

I wrap my arms around her and feel her sobs slow.  After awhile, her
breathing evens and I realize she has fallen asleep.

Gazing up at the stars, I hold her.

I watch the moon wend her way to the horizon and never fully realize I
have drifted into an exhausted sleep.

My dream is a familiar one.  Melanie is lightly teasing me into hardness
before straddling me.

I smile as I look up at the stars.

Stars?

Stars!

Memories flood my awareness.

"Kira!"

Closely trimmed nails lightly trail along my sack and then wander up
either side of my crotch.

I shiver at the feathery touch that is not quite pain.

"Mmmm..." Kira hums her response along my penis.  She uses one hand to
lightly push against me when I start to shift.  I settle back to see what
happens next.

I briefly think, 'Melanie was never like this', then sensation overwhelms
me and there is no Melanie.

No past.

There is only Kira.

An eternal now.

I see no future that doesn't have Kira in it.

Lips touch my tip as fingers support me.

There is a wet sliding that includes her tongue as it searches along my
length.

Withdrawal.

I can't suppress my moan as she pulls away.

A breath of wind as she purses her lips and blows lightly.

I arch my hips in vain as I try to resheath myself.

A hand slithers between my legs and works so it cups me.

Fingers shift and one slowly works its way downward.

I arch slightly in response.  I spread my legs farther apart.

My breathing quickens.

I feel a finger probe.  It teases its way inside as lips are returned to
engulf me again.

Wet lips meet matted hair.

The welcome intrusion of her finger shifts slightly to generate pressure.
She starts to massage me from the inside.

I feel her lips slide up and down my now throbbing shaft.  Each downward
slide is followed by a pause as she kisses me gently.

More quickly than I would have believed possible, I grunt, arch my hips
upward and feel my fluid pulsate along my length.

The spurting seems endless as Kira's finger and lips work to drain me.

Magic.

I feel lightheaded as I fall back.  Kira has drained me beyond anything I
can remember.

Dimly, as I start to become aware of more than my exhaustion, I realize
that I'm hard again.  Once again, I am charged with sexual urgency.

Kira's lips and finger have combined to regenerate me before I thought
possible.

Is it Kira who is doing this to me?  The newness of our sex?  Her skill?

Does it matter?  Yes, it matters.  I want it to be mostly Kira.

Will I ever be certain?  Someday.  Maybe.

As if she senses my decision, Kira moves to straddle me.

Her move feels right.  I don't feel 'dominated' as I did when Melanie and
I made love in this position.

"Wait." I whisper it as she reaches for me.

I shift my hands.  One joins hers on my penis.  The other reaches to
lightly trace her lower lips.

My finger dips in to taste the wetness it finds there.  I pull it out and
bring it to my lips.

I taste it.

I savor that taste.

I look into blue eyes.

I smile and whisper - "Now".

Together, we hold my penis as she starts engulfing it.

Once we feel my tip securely lodged within her, we pause and pull our
hands away.

Without warning, her powerful legs relax and she buries me to the hilt.

"Unnnggh!" My breath is driven from me.

Carefully, slowly, we find our rhythm.

Pubes slam together and the cool air caresses us as we draw apart.

I manage to shift myself slightly forward so that my length rubs along her
clitoris as we move.

Inner muscles begin to spasm more frequently.

Then, without any warning, she gasps and I feel painfully squeezed.

I spasm in my own orgasm and pull her downwards.  My spurts are actually
painful as her clenched muscles almost stop my seed from leaving my body.
Her pressure wraps me and I distinctly feel each pulse flow along my
length as I empty myself.

Soon, far too soon, it is over.

Once again, Kira falls forward and we kiss.

Reluctantly, we shift position so we are on our sides.  Kira reaches down
and manages to stuff my now softening member back inside her.

Eagerly, I pull us together so that even when I soften, we will remain
together.

I use my top hand to reach for the second sleeping bag.  We cover
ourselves with it.

Languid, spent, our combined heat serves to warm us as we hold each other
and fall asleep.

Twice we awaken and make gentle love before falling asleep again.  Each
time, we remain coupled.

It is the urgent demands of our bodies that finally forces us to separate.
 Morning duties finished, we put on our robes and settle before a small
fire to cook breakfast.

Now, Kira's 'weekend' makes sense.

I'm drained.  Exhausted.  Quivering with suppressed energy.  Complete.
Scared.  Nervous.  Uncertain.  Confident.

My emotions are as chaotic as the eggs I'm scrambling.

As we sit on opposite sides of the picnic table and study each other while
we eat, I can't help wondering if I'm going to go through what happened
with Melanie.

"I could be using you." Kira seems to read my mind.  Well, that answers
one question.  Melanie was never that honest.  Too bad I didn't see it at
the beginning of our relationship.

I finish eating before I comment.  "You could be." I move my plate to one
side and lean on the table.

"I know what it feels like to be used.  Melanie saw to that."

Kira nods.

I look down at where my fingers are woven and tensely gripping each other.
 "Last night.  When you were on top.  " I pause briefly and then blurt it
out.

"You didn't feel like you were trying to 'dominate' me.

"Kira, I know this will sound strange.  I felt like you were more
concerned with my feelings than yours." I smile lopsidedly.  "I never felt
that with Mel." I take a deep breath and look directly into her deep eyes.
I try to contact her soul.

"I don't think you're using me.  If you are, it's in a way I'm not going
to object to." That comment gets me a wan smile in return.

Her hands reach to grasp mine.  As she does so, she looks down and
concentrates on carefully intertwining our fingers.  Eventually, her hands
stop moving and without looking up, she tells me her story. ---

part 3 - Morning Maunderings
---

"I've been using you since the first time we talked."  Kira's voice is
soft and filled with pain.  "But then that's the only type of relationship
I know."

I start to say something and she squeezes my fingers so hard they hurt.

"No, let me explain."  I remain silent.

"You're the first man who has let me be myself.  You didn't ask me for
anything except friendship."

"I don't blame you for not thinking about more.  Melanie almost ruined
you."

"I'd like to think I brought you back from hell.  I know it wasn't all my
work.  You had to want to return."

"Last night.  The blowjob.  My probing your ass with my finger.  That was
the first time I've done it because I *wanted* to."

"And you.  You didn't object.  I don't know if you were wise, too horny to
care or just relaxed about sex."  She shook her head slightly.

"Doesn't matter really."

"What does matter is that with your help, by using you, I've found a path
out of my own hell."  She takes a deep breath and I feel her hands clench
again.

"Don't send me back."

"OK?"  She bends forward as she lifts our hands to her lips.  I barely
feel her lips brush my fingers.  I do feel her tears as they fall on the
backs of my hands.

Somehow I manage to get up and move to her side of the table.  I finally
have to gently untangle our fingers so I can resettle at her left side.  I
wrap my right arm around her and pull her close.

"Send you back?"  I'm half musing to myself.  "Until now I never dreamed
you were mine to keep."

Still in that slightly fogged state, I continue.  "Yeah.  Mel didn't help.
She was my only long term relationship.  I guess I confused sex with
love."

I squeeze slightly.  "I'm no expert on love anyway.  If love is wanting to
spend the rest of my life with you, well, I guess that's what it is."

"Kira.  I never dreamed that a woman could be like you.  You touch me in
ways I didn't know I could be touched."  I smile and then chuckle softly.

"OK, too many romance stories as a kid.  I can get flowery."

She turns and giggles into my shoulder.

"Maybe love is about using each other with permission.  With trust."

"How would I know?  All I've done is screwed a few women in my life.  Read
some stories. Looked at a lot of pictures."

"Jerked off and dreamed."

"I'm 23.  I know that's not long enough to gain a lot of wisdom about
love."  I fall silent again.

Then, I think about something else. "It's long enough for me to say that I
love you."

I firm my voice as I accept what I've learned. "Long enough for me to be
able to say I won't send you back.  You'll have to deliberately leave on
your own."  I turn and gently kiss Kira's forehead.

"I don't want to leave."  The words are softly spoken into my shoulder.

Six months later we were married.

Twenty-plus years later we're still together.

I don't think I need to say more.
---

Stasya T. Canine
Jan 11, 2000
http://storiesonline.net/Stasya_T_Canine

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