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Subject: {ASSM} "Reception"  by  deirdre  (MF, FF)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Reception 
by deirdre

(MF, FF)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month.

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a
story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to
alt.sex.stories.d.

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. --
deirdre

Reception 
by deirdre, 8/6/95

Three sixteen. It was the right number, so I fumbled with the key, then
managed to open the door. Lydia and I looked around. "Nice," I offered.

"Yes," she said, walking ahead of me.

"Now I don't want you sneaking Greg up here during the reception," I
joked. She didn't answer, but finding the bathroom, proceeded in. The
room was just for the evening, as a place for wraps, repairs, and
whatever.

"Can you come help me?" came Lydia's voice from the bathroom. She'd
left the bathroom door open so I glanced back to see that the room door
was shut. When I entered, she was in the midst of taking the dress off.

After I'd helped her and found myself holding the dress, she said
"Thanks! Thank goodness."

She was bare. Completely. Obviously she had been completely bare
underneath the dress. She sat on the toilet and relieved herself,
apparently not caring a bit that I was standing right there. "Listen,"
she said as she stood again, "I probably won't get another chance to
thank you," and she leaned over and kissed me. On the lips.

It did strike me: here I was, in my maid-of-honor's dress, holding her
wedding dress, kissing her while she was absolutely naked. We went way
back, but if it hadn't been for the excitement of the day, I'm sure I
would have been a little freaky about it.

And she didn't hurry the kiss. Was it longer than it should have been?
I found myself asking that question, but I wasn't sure.

I was ready to assist her with the dress again, but she said "Just a
minute," then went on to add, "Why don't you lay it on the bed for a
little while: it's such a relief to be out of it for a moment."

She wandered oer, looking out the glass doors that led to a porch. No
one could see in, but still I would have felt funny in such a position.
Then she turned and leaned against a dresser, looking at me. I sat on
the edge of the bed.

She didn't say anything right away. Again, I felt a little strange,
sitting there while she was completely naked like that. Completely bare
underneath that dress! She did have the body to pull it off: slender,
and her breasts were nice, but not too large. "You ready?" I asked,
probably to get out of the situation that was beginning to prey on me.

"No, please, just a minute. Listen, could you do my shoulders, just a
little?"

I mumbled assent, then glanced around to figure out how we were going
to do this. She didn't move a muscle, so I finally just stood up and
moved closer. She turned around as I approached, her hands on the edge
of the dresser.

I felt something like a little shiver as I brought my hands up to her
neck. It was nerves, being so close to her naked body like that, but
once I started, I relaxed. I could feel her trying to relax her
shoulder muscles, but she didn't say anything.

Yes it was strange. Pretty little Lydia on her wedding day, standing in
front of me, naked. My hands on her soft skin. No, I had *never* been
attracted to her, or any woman, but something about that moment just
got to me. I imagined running my hands down her body all the way to her
waist. "Oh yes, thanks," she finally said in a low, contented voice.
But she didn't say it as if to tell me to finish so I didn't stop.

She made a low "mmm" sound and moved her body just a little under the
rhythmic motions of my hand. I felt it. I wondered about myself,
feeling like that, doing that.

I thought about it--about starting to massage her whole back. I didn't
dare. Would she think it was all innocent? I couldn't be sure. I
remembered her kiss.

She was turning! As she turned around, I started to withdraw my hand,
but she put her hands over mine and held them to her skin. We ended up
her leaning against the dresser, my hands on the front of her shoulders
and hers on top of them. She looked up at me and smiled.

Suddenly she had my head between her hands and was kissing me. It was
like it knocked the breath out of me: I almost thought I would faint. I
found my hands running down the sides of her body to the sides of her
hips. She is *so* slender and soft.

Then her lips were at my ear, whispering: "You can do *anything you
want* to me." That released something in me. Instantly I had *her* head
in *my* hands and was kissing *her*. I didn't stop, forcing her to
continue. I could just feel the excitement in her body.

Finally I broke the kiss and she stood there gasping, still leaning on
the dresser as I leaned on a hand on each side of her. I stared at her.
Lydia. She didn't seem to be able to hold my gaze and her eyes went
down. Her words echoed in my head; *anything you want to me*.

I turned her around. I massaged her shoulders again as she stood again,
leaning against the dresser. But this time I did her whole back like
I'd imagined doing before. She just stood there and let me. *Anything I
want*.

I wanted to test her. *Anything*, she'd said. My hands roamed down, to
her rear. I massaged them. She let me. Then... I slipped a finger
between, touching her anus. What was I thinking? I held it there. I
felt her stiffen.

"You said *anything*," I said to her, quietly. In a moment she nodded
her head: a quick little nod. I felt her trying to relax her body. I
started rubbing my finger, slightly up and down on her anus.

I didn't stop. I'd *see* if she really meant what she said. Soon it
must have been minutes. She started to turn her head once, but a quiet
"No," made her reconsider. She just stood there while I did it.

Then I felt it--something in her body. Yes, it was affecting her. It
grew and soon I could see her breathing become a little more
pronounced. I reached around front with my other hand and felt her:
wet. She suddenly grabbed my hand that was in front and pressed it
against herself. Again I said "No," and she obediently put her hand
back. I continued to softly stroke her anus and kept my other finger
just lying still at the opening of her vagina. Now her breathing was
definitely picking up.

I didn't know I had this in me. Where did I get these ideas? Was this
what I secretly wanted a guy to do to me? Lydia. The last thing I
expected to be doing was this. She was breathing hard now. I could
tell: I could make her come. There was no doubt. I *loved* the feeling.

I pressed my finger slightly against her anus. Suddenly she was wild,
her breathing was suddenly so much heavier it was, as if she had been
breathing normally before. She stood up, pulling her hands off the
dresser, and grabbed my hand that was in front of her with both hands,
pushing it against herself. She started moving it up and down, quickly.

"No!"

She froze. I withdrew my hands. She was absolutely still except for her
breathing. "Please," she said.

This was it. *Anything*. I turned around and picked up the dress off
the bed. "Let's get you dressed," I said.

She spun around. The look in her eyes was pure torture. "But..."

"It's what I want," I said. I dropped the dress, grabbed her head and
kissed her hard. But only for a moment. Then I had the dress again.

She did it: helped me get it on her. She was quiet. Soon she was
looking the part again. Standing in front of her, I put a hand behind
her neck, massaging slowly, looking at her. Then I leaned my head over
and gave her the softest kiss I could. "Come on," I said, leading her
by the hand. She looked so desperate.

Greg was waiting for her as we approached the reception room. He kissed
her, but before he took her arm and led her in, I managed to kiss him
on the cheek. I whispered to him: "Can you make her hot just by kissing
her?" He immediately kissed her again. A longer kiss.

We sat at the table. I was next to her. "You witch!" she managed to
whisper to me. I put my hand on her thigh for a minute and gently
rubbed. Her eyes...

Later, the tableware clanked against the wine and water glasses. Greg
leaned over and kissed her. It wasn't a short kiss. I put my hand on
her thigh again and rubbed, slowly bringing my hand up toward her body.
He was still kissing her. I felt it: a shudder. And another...

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