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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Morning After - M" -- Uther -- MF college -- Delay
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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 09:10:01 -0400
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Please delay the posting of this 'til a day or two after the F version

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This material is copyright, 2013, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures
in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


Morning After - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com



Phil Young's academic life was starting to hit a high note. His first year
of grad school had been general physics, with only one course in Quantum
Mechanics. He'd taken Group Theory, too, which -- however necessary for QM
-- wasn't even physics. Now, he was taking courses in what he wanted to
understand.

His social life, on the other hand, wasn't going so great. Amy, who had so
brightened the previous year, had graduated. She was somewhere in Nebraska
teaching school. He was teaching a discussion session of Physics 101.
Marguerite, pretty and easily the brightest girl in the section, was
underage. He'd looked her up -- as quasi-faculty, he could do so -- and she
wouldn't 18 until early December. Besides, his faculty adviser had warned
him against "fraternizing" with anybody in his section.

The classes he was taking were hopeless as hunting grounds. There were more
men than there were women in his classes. There were probably more
*Pakistani* men than there were *tits* in his classes. And every one of
those few women were taken, two by each other.

He'd go dancing. At least the clubs in Rollo would keep the underage girls
out. He'd see a lot of shaking tits there, though he probably wouldn't get
to touch any. Anyway, it was Friday night, and he was tired of thinking.

The Bouncer at *The Blood Orchid* seemed to be doing his job. At least he
turned a guy and a girl away while Phil was waiting in line. Phil showed
his picture student ID and got in immediately. The dance floor was crowded,
and he found a partner for the first dance that started after he got there.
She was well-built, but she had no moves. If they'd been standing still, he
would have kept looking at her. As it was, he moved on.

The prettiest girl on the floor, looked to be just that, a girl. Shit! his
younger sister had been that tall before she entered high school. On the
other hand, she was there, and those tits sure looked like a woman's. And
they moved like they were real.

Her partner moved off, and Phil moved in. She accepted him, and they danced
two dances. He offered her a drink, and she said she wanted a Manhattan.
When she got it, though, she sipped it.

He gave her his names, both names as a hint. She didn't take the hint, or
-- more likely -- rejected it. She identified herself as Tanya. Well, if he
wasn't going to get a last name, he wasn't going to get a phone number,
either. Still she wasn't looking around for another partner, and she talked
intelligently. If she pulled the draw-the-male-out stunt, he enjoyed
talking about himself. He'd be glad to talk about anything, though, if he
could do it while looking at her.

Back on the dance floor, looking at her was even better. When she moved,
her tits moved, though not quite in the same direction. Then, too, he could
see them while looking into her face when they were standing up. He'd been
hassled about looking at girls' tits rather than their faces since high
school, and he didn't want to offend this one.

"How tall are you, anyway?" she asked him. The record was over, and they
could hear each other. She might have been reading his mind about looking
down.

"Six-three, and you?"

"A little less." She sounded ashamed. Didn't Tanya know she was a prefect
doll? "Almost five feet." That made her sound so young! He could remember
spending ten months as 'almost 16' once.

Still, it was the club's business to screen the underage. What he would
really like, was to take her somewhere and get in some serious time with
her. If she wouldn't give him her last name, she wasn't likely to give him
that. A shame, though. Her lips looked so pretty that he wanted to see how
they tasted. Well, still he could sit with her some more.

"Want another drink?" he asked.

"Not really," she said. "I like to keep a clear head." A clear head for
what? He'd danced stoned out of his skull. Liquor was different, but she'd
had *one* Manhattan.

"Well," he said. "We could get Cokes." Why did she need a clear head? had
she driven? He could stop worrying about her age, though. nobody who had
gone to the trouble of getting a fake ID, had done so to drink one
cocktail. "Or we could keep dancing." Could it be a clear head for what he
hoped? Did she want a clear head to fuck? Of course, she might want a clear
head to be sure she could avoid fucking. Still, that sounded like she *was*
prepared to do some serious making out. Well, give it a try. "Or..." She
could ignore it if she just wanted to keep dancing.

"Or?" She sounded curious, not flirtatious, but not suspicious, either.

"How would you like to go for a walk?" Now it was out there. She could take
it. Of course, she could walk away from him, too, but that was already a
risk. It would be far worse if she walked away because she wanted more and
he wasn't offering more.

"With you? I'd like that." She'd said yes! Since it was Indian summer, they
didn't have any coats. They just walked out. He took her hand and led her
in the general direction of his apartment. There were plenty of leaves on
the trees, and the lawn side of trees were in deep shadow. He passed two
opportunities just talking, but when they came to a tree shaded from its
house as well as the sidewalk, she followed him into the deep shadow
willingly.

Her lips tasted as good as he'd hoped. Her tongue tasted even better. Her
tits were quite real, soft against his chest. He held her head off the
trunk of the tree and drank her mouth. He loved her taste, her feel. He
wanted more. Well, this wasn't the place. For one thing, his knees were
getting tired of the bending that her height needed. He led her to the
apartment by her hand.

In the entryway, with her up three steps and him still on the sidewalk, the
kiss was even better. Her tits were soft but firm, alive under his hands.
Her mouth tasted even sweeter, and she put her tongue in his. Her ass was
round and firm. When she tensed it, it was firmer still. He wanted to
stroke all of her without these clothes, but they were still on the street.

"Tanya?" he asked.

"Yes." she answered. He prayed that she stuck to that answer.

"Would you like to come up?" She was silent a long time, a time he spent
wanting to kiss her some more, feel some more of her. This wasn't, however,
the time. For one thing, she couldn't answer when he was kissing her. Not
that she seemed eager to answer when he wasn't.

"Yes," she said finally. He opened the door and followed that marvelous ass
up the stairs. He stopped her on his landing and opened the door. His
roommates weren't back yet. Then they were kissing again, and he was
stroking her. He turned her around and bent to kiss her neck. He stroked
her marvelous tits and then further down. The jeans might reveal her shape
to his eyes, but they concealed the feel from his hands.

He broke the kiss to lead her towards his room. She resisted. Was this
going to be as far as it went?

"Wait," she said. "My contacts. I have to take them out first."

"First?" he asked. Did that mean they were going to actually do it? She
talked like it, but she was such a marvelous girl. But her delay did give
him an instant to make the bed and toss the laundry pile into the closet.
After another hot kiss, she followed him into the bedroom like somebody who
was being shown the way she wanted to go.

When she was naked, he lifted her up to kiss her tits without bending over.
He tried to go lower, but he would need an entirely different grip to go
low enough. Instead, he laid her in the middle of the bed. He kissed her
while he got his shorts off.

"Do I need something?" he asked. If this was going to be heavy making out,
he was game, but he was hoping for more.

"Please," she said,

"Sure." Then he had to get the rubber out of the night stand when she was
lying on that side. Well, he got her naked tits on his naked chest while he
fumbled. He left the packet beside him while he went back to getting her
ready. She welcomed his hand when it stroked up her leg towards her cunt.
She was nice and juicy.

When he moved her hand to his cock, it responded to her touch. He managed
to resist coming while she applied the rubber. Then there was a moment of
his clumsiness getting into position. Without being asked, she put him into
her entrance. He pushed forwards, and her wet warmth spread all around him.

"So tight," he said. Is this what a virgin felt like?

And then he was thrusting into her, and she was pushing right back. They
were fucking together, and she was so smooth, so warm, so tight. Above all,
she was so responsive. He didn't want it ever to end, and he could feel the
ending rushing at him. He gritted his teeth to hold it back, to have one
more stroke into her smoothness, and then another.

Then her tightness gripped him more tightly. He felt her coming and his
coming answering it.

"God!" he said. He gathered his strength and rammed into her with all of
it. He poured out into her depths. When she pushed him off and he came out,
though, the rubber came with him and everything had been contained.

He tossed the rubber towards the waste basket. He turned off the lamp and
gathered her in. Now, too, she cooperated. She burrowed into his arms.

"I never, never..." he told her. "You're such a pretty girl, and I never
thought I had a chance until..." Well, when was it? He thought he had a
chance on the dance floor, but he hadn't been sure until she had told him
that he'd need the rubber. That was too much too say, and he was too tired
to say anything.

-=-

When she moved in his arms, it was light outside. He kissed her neck and
cuddled her tit. She stirred, but not in acceptance.

"What time is it?" she asked. He turned the clock so she could see.

"Not much after 7:00," he said. She hadn't said anything about curfew, and
if there was one, she'd missed it long ago. Another hour wouldn't matter.
They'd been so good together that he wanted another. Then, too, he knew he
could draw it out much longer this morning. She, however, obviously wasn't
on the same wavelength. She wasn't even in the same spectrum.

"I have to get to Calc 101 class," she said. She climbed out of bed and
into her clothes. A pretty sight, but an ugly omen.

"Cut your class," he said. For that matter, he could tutor her in whatever
she would miss. Wait a second. Calc 101? She was a freshman. Was she under
age?

"No," she said. "Look I have to go to the john. Could you call a cab for
me? Minutes count. Tell them the address. I'll be down in less than ten
minutes, closer to five." A cab? He'd known kids who ran to class, but a
cab was extreme. Some of his friends couldn't even afford a cab to get to
the train or plane when going home for Christmas! And was she underage if
she was a freshman?

"First year calc? You aren't underage, are you?"

"I'm older than you are." That was ridiculous. But she was digging into her
handbag like a woman who used handbags every day, not like a student who
kept her stuff in a back pack usually.

"What is this address?" Now, she did sound like an older woman, and a bossy
older woman, too. She sounded like the female Napoleon who'd taught Group
Theory. He looked at the glasses she'd laid down while searching her purse.
They looked like the female Napoleon's glasses, too. A lot of things
clicked together.

"Doctor Thorsen?" he asked.


Morning After - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2013/07/15


These same events from Tanya's perspective, can be read in:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/you_01f.htm
Tanya's experience


Another story about another couple meeting in quite diffferent
circumstances:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/ste_01m.htm
"Why Me?"


The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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