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http://www.incesttabooo.com/mark.html
Mark and Laura
Part 1
Before we get down to the story, let's have a brief intro.
If you want to skip it, that's your business.
I've wanted to write this story for some time now. In fact,
I sat down to write something entirely different, but instead
this came out. I was even a bit surprised myself. I've noticed
before that stories, documents, manuals, and whatever tripe I
write, tend to run away with me, and it seems that it's happened
again: it's grown to well over 10000 words. It won't be the last
time, I guess. Often I sit down to compose a brief paper, and I
wind up with a dissertation. Oh well... so be it. At least I'm
satisfied with this. It has grown into something that I consider
quite good, which is no mean trick.
By the way, writing your own erotica is even better than
reading someone else's! It takes a lot out of you, though. I'm
not sure I can keep up with it. #-) So why am I writing this?
Simply because not doing it makes me feel worse. The monkey on
your back, as Heinlein called it, and he should know. I seem to
be cursed with the urge to put these ramblings of my mind into
writing, while there are much better things I could do with my
hands when I'm alone, in response to much more pleasant urges.
That's probably why I'm rambling like this at the moment. You've
probably stopped reading some time ago.
This is not an autobiographic story, but I wouldn't mind if
it had been. In other words, there's a lot of stuff for any
would-be shrink in this, so I'm not going to reveal my true
identity. Instead, I challenge all of them to locate me, using
this piece of tripe. If they manage to, perhaps we can talk
business. :-)
This is not a story of the come-and-go type (pun intended).
Although that's the good part, of course. It does contain
sexually explicit material, and it is entirely a figment of my
fantasy. I deny any responsibility for the effect this stuff may
have on you - if you decide to read this, you can go and shave
your own palms, thank you.
Oh, one more thing. Since this is an idealized fantasy, safe
sex isn't mentioned. In real life that would of course be deadly
stupid. Literally. So don't get any ideas.
I can hear you thinking by now, 'GET BLOODY ON WITH IT!!!'
Very well... Since you insist, here we go.
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When Mark saw Laura for the first time, he didn't know what
to think of her. He wasn't very experienced with girls to begin
with, and his few experiences had usually been rather painful.
In fact, he'd hesitated to come to the party - he wasn't really
a party animal - because of the fear that some of those experien-
ces would repeat themselves. On the other hand, there were some
signs that he'd spend another evening being a wall flower, and he
wasn't really sure he could take that. So that's how he found
himself carefully eying the crowd, thinking speculative thoughts.
She stuck out in the crowd - a tall, slender girl, with
short, almost boyish, sandy hair. She moved with grace, catlike,
but with a decisiveness that seemed more masculine than feminine.
She wore a checkered blouse over a pair of well-worn jeans and
sport shoes. He followed her with his eyes, registering every
detail of her face, her short hair, the way she moved. At some
moment, he imagined her at a college football field. Somehow,
she wouldn't look the slightest bit out of place there, he
decided. She'd attack a guy who tried to block her way without
hesitation.
After giving it some careful thought, Mark decided not to
take any action. He didn't know exactly why. Perhaps it was an
unwillingness to get snubbed again, or perhaps it was just (face
it, bud!) the fact that he'd always been a bit shy and didn't
make friends very easily.
When she started making her way to the crowded bar, Mark
discovered that his glass had been empty for some time, and
decided to have another one. It wasn't really the type of party
where you'd come and get smashed, but there wasn't any point in
staying completely sober, either. He elbowed his way through the
crowd, and he was a bit surprised to find himself standing next
to her at the bar. It had to be a total coincidence, of course.
Subconscious desire absolutely couldn't have had anything to do
with it.
As she turned around, glass in hand, she almost, but not
quite, avoided a collision with him. She took a step back, and
carefully, deliberately it seemed, she looked him over - his
closely cropped black hair, his serious face, his slender, tall
body, his worn jeans, his old Nikes. Then she looked back at his
eyes, and showed him a faint, amused smile.
'Do you always creep up on people like this?' she asked him.
'Sure', Mark replied, 'but don't tell anyone.' He smiled. 'I
made you spill your drink. Care for another?' She seemed to
consider the question. Somehow, that made him a bit uneasy. Had
he already blown it? He hadn't really thought about his approach.
Had that been a good idea? He wondered.
'OK,' she said, 'but I'm buying.' She said it adamantly,
somehow challenging him to protest. Mark quickly made up his
mind. He'd never liked to take initiative when it came to girls,
and if she wanted to boss him around, that just might lead to a
refreshing change. 'Why not?' he said. 'I'll have a beer.' She
eyed him speculatively for a second, then seemed to make some
kind of decision. She turned around to order. 'I don't usually
drink with strangers, you know,' she said, handing him the beer.
'That's no problem,' Mark said. 'I'm Mark. If you tell me your
name, we aren't strangers anymore, and I can drink my beer.
How's that?' 'Sounds reasonable,' she answered. 'Besides, I'm
thirsty, so I'll get along with that.' She took up her drink.
'OK, I'm Laura. Nice to meet you. Cheers!' She drank deeply from
the frosty glass.
Somehow, they spent the rest of the evening talking. Marks
first impressions of Laura seemed to have been right. She was a
very decisive person. She told him that she studied computer
technology, and specialized in operating system design. The look
she leveled at him when she told him that, clearly challenged him
to comment on it. At that point Mark thought he began to
understand. At some point the must have grown sick of all those
remarks on a girl doing that kind of work, and she'd started
fighting it. Yet that attitude had not interfered with the
practical, matter-of-fact character she possessed, or turned into
one of those frustrated would-be's. On the whole, Mark liked
that. On the other hand, he realized that this was just specula-
tion, and that he didn't really know this girl. But he got the
distinct impression that her personality matched his rather
well. To some degree, of least.
All in all he was amazed at the fact that when the evening
had grown quite late, they were still together. He never had much
success with keeping girls interested in him, but somehow this
was different. Laura seemed to like him, and somehow she didn't
mind if he knew it. Somehow, with Laura all that tedious
fandancing wasn't really needed. He realized that there were a
lot of somehows in there, but her matter-of-fact attitude was
contagious, and, surprising himself, Mark told her that he liked
her. He didn't even mind telling her. That kind of openness was
very unusual to him.
'Good,' she said. 'Why don't we go someplace?' 'We are,'
Mark replied dryly. She leveled one of her penetrating looks at
him. 'Someplace else, I mean,' she said. 'I like you, you like
me, so why don't we go someplace where we can see more of each
other?' Her business-like approach slightly alarmed Mark. He
wasn't sure that he was ready for that kind of thing yet, and he
certainly hadn't counted on it. Or was it that his thoughts had
been deliberately avoiding the subject?
At any rate, there was no avoiding it now. 'I would really
like that, he said honestly. 'But you may be in for a disappoint-
ment. I'm not exactly shaped like a young god, you know...' She
smiled almost fondly at him. 'That's not really important,' she
told him. 'Few people are, you know.'
Mark didn't get it. Why would she like a lump like him? Part
of him desperately wanted to believe her, wanted to believe that
she liked him - him, of all people! - but some other, more
cautious part was afraid to believe it, afraid to get hurt again.
He struggled with it. Vaguely he realized that within moments he
had abandoned his usual caution, that he had shunned his habit of
keeping all people at a safe distance. He realized that these
emotions were new to him, that they controlled him much more then
he controlled them, and that simple fact scared the hell out of
him.
Mark took a deep breath. 'And you wouldn't mind training a
novice?' he asked. Somehow, getting that fact into the open had
seemed more difficult than anything else in his life.
She looked him into the eyes for several seconds. 'I believe
I would like that,' she said very softly. 'Why don't you come
with me?' She held out her hand. When he took it, everything
seemed to fall into place. With a faint sense of bewilderment,
Mark realized that he hadn't felt so content with the world for
as long as he could remember.
* * *
Laura opened the door to her small apartment. The short walk
through the cool night air had relaxed her a bit. She'd always
liked evenings. The dark, quiet streets usually had a calming
effect on her - provided she didn't have to walk them alone,
though.
As she led Mark into the apartment, she wondered why she was
doing all this. Sure, she liked this serious, reserved young
man. But wouldn't it be better to keep him at some distance
until she knew him better? She'd made that mistake before, and
things had been rather horrible. However, the question was
pretty much academic now. All she could do was hope for the best
and see what developed.
She turned on the light in what she preferred to call the
workshop. The apartment had originally been a one-room affair,
but she had placed a rather large book case with long shelves at
about two-third of the short wall, which now served as a kind of
separation between the workshop and what she thought of as the
bedroom.
Mark eyed the room with a mild look of surprise. 'Oh my...'
he muttered, looking speculatively at the workbench that lined
the wall. Tools, showing signs of use, were stored in a box
standing on a corner table, while most of the workbench was
occupied by a huge PCB rack. A rats nest of cables completed the
setup. He slowly walked over to the pile of assorted hardware,
held out his hand, and carefully ran his finger along the ridge
of the metal rack. Somehow, the gesture was almost erotic.
Laura's eyes followed him as he curiously examined the
boards that were mounted in the rack. 'What do you need so many
CPU's for?', he asked. 'Something I'm working on,' she replied a
bit evasively. 'It's no trick to hook up all kinds of hardware,
but the problem is the software to keep it all going. That's what
I'm trying to do.'
Damn. Why did she feel so defensive? Sure, people always
were surprised to find a girl involved in hitech work, but what
the hell? She'd never cared about other peoples opinions. Why did
she care about it now? She carefully examined his face, trying
to see what thoughts lay behind it. He didn't show any sign of
surprise.
'Hm... what's your biggest problem then?' he asked with a
kind of professional curiosity. He'd told her that he did
something in electronics, but she didn't remember exactly what,
or at what level. Somehow her memory of the past evening was a
blur.
'Process management', she said absent-mindedly. 'I've got
the internal communications system going, but it's next to
impossible to break up all tasks into segments suited for multi-
processing...' Her thoughts drifted. Perhaps if she could find a
way to convert the whole thing into separate matrix algorithms...
But of course you'd be stuck with one hell of an overhead. On the
other hand....
Damn! She was at it again. And to think that she'd gone to
that party to get her mind off the project. 'But that can wait,'
she said resolutely. 'Time enough to let it drive me crazy
tomorrow. Want some coffee?' 'Sure', he replied, still looking
thoughtful at the hardware hookup. As Laura walked to the
kitchenette she decided that this young man just might be as
crazy as she was. She wasn't altogether sure that was a good
thing. She made a face at herself as she switched on the coffee
maker.
Mark was rather impressed with the equipment on the
workbench. The possibilities of such a setup were immediately
clear, if, indeed, the software to get it all running was
available. His thoughts went off into the more exotic realms of
programming, the coffee maker making asthmatic noises in the
background. Then he felt her presence closely beside him.
'Don't,' she said softly as she put her arm around him. 'This has
driven me crazy for weeks now, and by the look in your eyes I'd
say you're a goner, too... If I don't manage to distract you, of
course.' Mark made a face. Keep you mind on the business at hand,
pal! Don't behave like the nerd you probably are...
The slight nervosity that had been troubling him since
they'd left the party immediately returned. Laura didn't give him
much time to be nervous, however. She deliberately turned him
around with his back to the workbench, put an arm around his
neck, and kissed him thoroughly.
He'd never been kissed like that before. Most girls waited
for him to kiss them, but not Laura. Apparently she'd decided
that this was what she wanted to do, and now she did it. She
threw herself into the kiss with an enthusiasm that Mark found
slightly alarming.
'Did I surprise you?' she asked him with an amused look in
her eyes. 'Some,' he said. 'Good,' she said. 'Why don't we do it
again?' This time he was better prepared. 'Not bad,' she
commented somewhat later. 'You could use a bit more practice,
though.' She kissed him again. Mark decided that he sort of
liked that. As their tongues explored each other, his hands
seemed to develop a will of their own. One hand slowly stroked
the small of her back, while the other touched the even more
interesting regions covered by the backside of her tight jeans.
He remembered to breathe.
When she broke off the kiss, he was amazed to find that she
had been leading them toward the bed. How had she managed to do
that? She started to unbutton his shirt. 'What about that
coffee?' he asked dryly. The look she gave him was almost stern.
'Somehow I think that can wait,' she replied. Then she smiled.
'Are you nervous?' she asked. 'Some,' he admitted. 'But I guess
that's only natural, isn't it?' He solved the problem by kissing
her again.
'Why don't we get you out of these clothes,' she whispered
when she had finished unbuttoning his shirt. As he let the shirt
fall down his arms she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his
jeans. And a good thing, too, because Mark had become acutely
aware of the fact that those jeans had become rather tight at
the crotch. He lifted a foot and she pulled the jeans down from
that leg, and then the other. Without giving him time to be
self-conscious about it, the removed his shorts the same way,
then pushed him backwards onto the bed.
Laura bent over and kissed him again, holding his head in
her hands as she did so. Then she pushed herself up and eyed the
huge erection he had. 'I like a guy who comes prepared,' she
said softly. She took his penis in her hand and carefully pushed
back the foreskin to reveal the purple head. Mark gasped.
Laura ran her thumb along the rim of the smooth, rubbery
surface of the head, now shiny with tension. His penis gave a
warning lurch. His balls felt incredibly heavy.
'Poor Mark,' she muttered. 'You're almost exploding, aren't
you?' All he could do was nod. 'Well, we can't have that,' she
said business-like, and she encircled his scrotum with her
fingers. Her other hand moved the skin around his shaft up and
down a few times. Mark held his breath. Then she stroked the head
again, this time with the tip of her forefinger, feeling the heat
under that smooth, rubbery surface. 'Let's see what we can do to
relieve that pressure,' she said almost absent-mindedly. A bright
red blush had crept across her face.
With the hand that had been stroking his head she pulled
down the skin around his shaft again, this time keeping it down.
Her other hand stroked his scrotum, then slid down between his
legs to the cleft of his buttocks. She bent her head down toward
his penis, and gently licked the rim of his head. Mark tried to
keep in a low moan, but didn't quite succeed. A clear, shiny drop
appeared at the slit as she ran her tongue around the rim.
She opened her mouth wider, and let part of the head slowly
slip into it. Her lips enclosed the rim of his head, as her
tongue slowly licked the slit in long, loving swipes. The
sensations were incredible. Mark felt the onset of his orgasm
beginning to build inside his balls and at the base of his shaft.
He tensed. His penis gave a warning spasm again.
She let him slide out of her mouth, stroking his head with
her lips as she did so. 'Are you about to come?' she asked him
directly. Mark nodded mutely, not trusting himself to speak. She
slid her lips back around his head, this time taking him in
deeper, until the entire head was in her mouth, the tip against
her palate. Then she sucked.
Mark drew the air into his lungs with an audible hiss. The
sensations were incredible! He shook, and his body tensed up all
over, a wonderful, warm feeling beginning to build up in his
groin and spreading outward from there. She started rhythmically
sucking the head of his penis, once, twice. His orgasm builded
more rapidly now, the feeling extending from the base of his
shaft toward the tip. Her hand that had been stroking his butt
and balls now slid between his legs again, the tip of her finger
rubbing that sensitive area between scrotum and anus. Then she
let her finger slide back towards the cleft of this buttocks,
ran along it, then slowly slid inside, and she sucked again.
The wonderful feeling that had been extending from the base
of his shaft to his expanding head suddenly reached it. Mark
shuddered. She sensed his orgasm, responded by keeping the vacuum
in her mouth. Lightning struck the tip of his penis, which
responded by giving off electric sparks. He pissed her mouth full
of stars. She licked his head again, and the sensations increased
even more. The lightning continued, current running between his
balls and the tip of his penis, on and on. Then his spasms began,
and he jetted into her mouth, thick, heavy spurts. As he shot and
shot, she swallowed it all, up to the last drop, until there was
no more.
Dark spots danced before his eyes as he lay back exhausted.
This was unlike anything he'd ever felt. Masturbation could be
good, sure, but this was pleasure of an entirely different
magnitude. When he had recovered somewhat, he looked up to her,
her face very close to his now, the smell of his own come faintly
in his nostrils. He put his hand around her head, gently pulled
her face down to his and kissed her. It tasted vaguely salty, but
not unpleasant. She smiled.
'That should take off the tension a bit,' she said softly.
'Yes...' Mark replied weakly. 'But are you sure it was a good
idea? After this, I think I'll probably need some time to
recover.'
Laura sat down on the bed beside him. 'That was more or less
what I had in mind,' she said. 'You'd never have made it anyhow,
and now we'll have the time to do this the right way. Rushing
things can be pretty awful, I think. Besides, are you still
nervous?' Mark briefly considered that. 'No,' he replied calmly.
She seemed to have been right. Somehow he found that vastly
comforting. 'Then why don't we give you some of the training you
mentioned earlier?' she said, her tone business-like, but with a
distant look in her eyes. The blush on her cheeks had grown even
darker, and now also covered part of her neck. She stretched
luxuriously, her movements resembling those of a cat more than
ever now. She held out her hand to him. He took it, and sat up
on the bed beside her.
Laura kept herself from trembling with considerable effort.
She was more excited than she had been for a long, long time, and
it took all self-control she could muster to keep herself from
rushing into things. On the other hand, she'd always liked to be
in control, and if she judged him right, this serious, calm young
man would actually like her to set the pace. So this just might
work out real good, after all.
His hand slowly went to the buttons of the checkered blouse
she wore, and started unbuttoning it from the top down. She
smiled at him, then pulled up the blouse where she had it tucked
in her jeans. She congratulated herself at having decided not to
wear a bra when she'd picked her clothes for the party.
His hands slowly parted the front of her blouse. She let it
slide down her shoulders, pulled her arms out of sleeves. Her
breasts now stood out freely. She had always been more or less
content with the way they looked, and never gave it much thought.
But now, as she looked at his face, she felt a sudden surge of
joy, for the effect her body had on him was obvious. He held his
breath as he let his gaze slide all over her.
Her breasts were not large. They were young and firm,
however, and had just the right proportion to fit her slender
body. The areolae were at the moment wrinkled with excitement,
and the pink nipples clearly stood out from the middle of them.
She felt how her breasts swelled, sensitive with anticipation.
'Do you like me?' she asked, before she could keep it in. He
obviously forced himself to speak. 'You're beautiful,' he
whispered. For some reason, she'd never actually believed that,
but this time it made her feel warm all over.
She took his hand and pulled it to her chest. He slowly ran
the tip of his fingers along the outer curve of her right breast,
stroked the smooth skin on the underside and inside of the
breast, then moved his hand outward again over the upper region,
thus circling the nipple. The sensation made here acutely aware
of the tension in her nipples, and she suddenly longed for him to
touch those warm, hard buds. She closed her eyes and sighed.
Encouraged by her reaction, he brought up his other hand to
her neck and started stroking his way from there, over her left
shoulder, towards her other breast. While he was doing so, she
bent over and kissed him hard. It was all she could do to keep
from moaning. She gently pushed him back upon the bed, lying
down next to him.
'Tell me what you like,' he said suddenly. 'Tell me what to
do.' Laura wasn't quite prepared for that question. She knew
immediately that he was deadly serious, however. She sighed.
'This,' she replied dreamily. It was true, after all, and it gave
her a bit time to think. Not that she was thinking very coherent-
ly right now.
He looked into her eyes for a moment, then kissed her. This
time, as he broke off the kiss, he let his lips slide down
towards her neck. His hands continued to play over her breasts,
the circles his fingers trailed around the center of them grew
smaller. The sensation was delicious, and her need for him to
finally touch her nipples grew wonderfully agonizing. She sighed
again.
As he kissed the hollow of her left shoulder, his thumbs
suddenly slid over the tips of her breasts, and she gasped. He
looked into her eyes, his face a question. 'Go on... it feels so
good...' she muttered, closing her eyes. As she felt his hands
play all over her breasts now, the nipples, the cleavage between
them, even stroking her shoulders, she felt totally content.
She'd never made love with someone who took her pleasure so
seriously. The way he moved, the way he caressed her, the way he
looked at her face to see the effect it had on her, clearly spoke
of his need to do for her what she'd done for him. Her nipples
grew hard under his gently rubbing thumbs.
Then his mouth reached the outer curve of her left breast,
and he started kissing it. He covered the breast with kisses, but
again left the nipple alone, while his hands kept stroking her.
When his mouth finally covered her nipple, her hands rose of
their own will, and she pulled his head down on her chest to
keep him from stopping. She felt her nipples swell as his thumb
rubbed one, and his lips played around the other one, his tongue
licking it in long, gentle swipes. She'd never felt so good. 'Are
you sure you've never done this before?' she asked him. He looked
up, his eyes like the rising sun. 'Very sure,' he replied softly.
'Then you're a natural. Why don't you help me out of this?' she
said, unfastening the button of her jeans.
Mark's hand was actually trembling when he unzipped Laura's
jeans. As she arched her back, lifting her buttocks from the
bed, he pulled them down by the belt. She lay back and lifted
her legs, so that he could pull down the jeans from them, first
one leg, then the other. 'Much better,' she approved. She was
naked now, except for the teal green panties she wore. When her
legs parted, they revealed a large, wet spot at her groin, which
made the panties partially transparent there, hinting at what lay
underneath. He smelled her excitement now, the heavy smell of a
woman who is sexually excited. He felt lightheaded.
She held out her hand and pulled him back towards her. She
held his head between her hands and kissed him. He started
caressing her body again, but this time she gently took one of
his hands and moved it down to her belly. The smooth skin was
inviting, and his hand started to play along the underline of
her ribs, her belly button, and the small of her back. He felt
the muscles ripple under her skin in response to his caress, and,
still kissing her, he slid his other hand along her neck, down
her shoulder, towards her breasts. Then he finally broke off the
kiss and pushed himself up to look at her.
She could easily have been skinny. There was something
boyish about her appearance to begin with, and her breasts were
not very large, nor were her hips very wide. But instead she was
slender rather than skinny, her breasts were full and firm, and
she was deliciously curved in all the right places. Somehow her
proportions fit so well together that the overall result made his
head spin. When she looked at him, her eyes were questioning.
'Just admiring the scenery,' he told her dryly. 'Do you really
think I'm beautiful?' she asked him with a strange catch in her
voice. A high, bright red blush covered her face and neck.
'Absolutely perfect,' he replied. Words could not really express
what he felt.
He lay down again, this time on one elbow, and, because it
seemed the right thing to do, he stroked her belly again. 'Now
go on,' she told him softly. He let his hand slide down over the
outline of her hip, down along her leg, then crossed over to the
inside of her thigh. As she sighed, he slowly moved up his hand
to stroke the sensitive areas at the inside of her legs. Her
back arched, her muscles flowing under her skin like those of a
cat. As his fingers traced the outline of the wet panties, her
smell hit him like a punch in the face. He moved his thumb
upwards from between her legs to her belly button, straight
across the large wet patch in her teal green panties.
'Go on...' she said, her voice somewhat urgent now. Her
hands moved to her hips, seeming to do so by their own free will,
and she started to pull down her panties. His hand slid down from
her belly and slowly moved down the elastic band as she lifted
her buttocks from the bed. Brown, curly pubic hair appeared,
shiny pearls of moist glittering in it. She pulled down the
panties until her buttocks were free, than lay back on the bed.
He moved the wet garment further down along her thighs, finally
revealing the slit of her vagina. She lifted her knees, and he
pulled it down all the way. She pulled one foot out of it, then
kicked the panties across the room with the other.
Now finally Laura lay totally naked before him. The sight of
her took his breath away. He put a trembling hand on the inside
of her thigh again and slowly slid it up toward that hot wetness
between her legs. As he looked almost with awe to the slit of
her vagina, she slowly slid one leg down to the floor, thus
spreading her smooth thighs before him. As his hand reached her
vagina, she moved the leg even further, spreading her nether
lips slightly.
Marks finger carefully traced the outline of her labia, then
carefully spread the complex folds. He'd never been so intimate
with a girl, and he examined every detail of her sex. Her slit
was glistening wet and slippery, completely covered with her
fluids. His hand moved up to stroke her whole pubic region,
played through the short, hard curls, then slowly moved down
again across the smooth, slightly puffy ridges of flesh that
almost protectively flanked her vagina. The warm, slippery
moisture spread under his fingers.
Hidden in the folds at the top of her slit, a dark colored
nubbin was just visible. His finger spread the brown curls
across the top of her vagina, then slowly traced the outline of
that nubbin as he minutely examined the anatomy of it. He spread
her labia a bit further, dipped his fingers into the wetness
covering the lower regions of her vagina, and slowly smeared it
on the stem of her clitoris, his finger running up and down. He
heard how she drew in her breath. Then he gently stroked the tip
of it.
'Careful,' she cautioned him. 'A clitoris is very sensitive,
and touching it with your fingers like that can be painful.'
'Tell me what you like', Mark asked her again. 'I want to make
you feel as great as you made me feel. Tell me how.'
Her smile looked genuinely happy. 'That's easy,' she said.
'Remember how I made you come? Now you can return the favor.'
She pulled up her leg from the floor, moved her other leg aside,
and spread her thighs, thus lying wide open before him. 'I'd
really like that,' she whispered. Mark smiled. So would he. Her
smell made his head spin. He had already been hard for some
time, and his penis began to throb as he sat down on his knees
before her.
Laura felt good all over. Mark was completely unskilled at
making love, sure, but that was what she'd expected. What she
had not expected was how seriously he took her pleasure, and the
amount of careful attention he had for her needs. When he had
asked her to tell him what to do, he didn't merely want instruc-
tion, but also more or less tried to tell her how important her
pleasure was for him. He had a deep need to make her feel good,
and the warmth she felt at that thought was more than just sexual
excitement.
She watched as he kneeled between her spread thighs and bent
his head down toward her hot wet core. It was about time, too.
Her excitement had become an itch that absolutely had to be
scratched.
When she felt his tongue gently outlining the shape of her
labia, she sharply drew in her breath. It felt so good! A warm
feeling began to spread trough her abdomen. His tongue slowly
explored her hot wetness, gently probing her most intimate folds.
Her hands rose of their own will, until they covered her breasts,
and her fingers slowly rubbed her nipples. The pleasure increa-
sed, slowly but steady, with promise of the delights that were
still to come.
She felt his hands stroke the inside of both her thighs
then, sliding up toward the core of her pleasure, and she moaned
softly. 'Oh... It feels so good...' Then his stroking fingers
reached the slit, traced the outline of it, then gently pulled
her labia apart. His tongue sank between them, licking her inner
folds with a slow, agonizing, delicious rhythm, starting at the
bottom of her vagina and slowly moving up. His tongue got a bit
higher every time, and she tingled with anticipation as he got
closer and closer to her clitoris. She felt how her legs started
to tremble. She wasn't thinking coherently any more. She faintly
realized that she was no longer in control of things, but that it
didn't matter a bit.
Then Marks caressing tongue reached the tip of her clit, and
the jolt of delight it sent to her was almost like a physical
shock. She felt how the sheath around it slowly retracted to
expose the swelling, extremely sensitive tip. He ran his tongue
around her pleasure button a few times, than licked the tip
experimentally. His touch was as gentle as could be, but it was
enough. She gasped, then let out a loud moan. 'Oooohh.. yes! Go
on!' she breathed. Without any conscious decision on her part,
her right hand moved towards his head, and pushed it down even
further to the core of her pleasure. The heat that had been
radiating outward from her vagina now infused her whole body, and
she felt how her orgasm started to build somewhere in her
abdomen. She started breathing faster as the tension increased.
Then the sensations became utterly delicious. She looked
down between her breasts, and saw that Mark had taken the whole
upper region of her vagina in his mouth. As his tongue continued
gently licking the tip of her clit, he gently sucked at her
folds. The wet friction became almost more than she could bear.
'Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!' she breathed.
Mark slowly brought up his fingers to her slippery folds,
gently caressed them. He moved up his lips until they covered
only her pleasure button, then started gently, rhythmically
sucking it, the tip of his tongue now resting against the hot,
hard nubbin. Laura pushed down his head even harder. Her pleasure
mounted, became a wave spreading through her whole body, sweeping
her away with it. Mark slowly started moving his tongue again.
Then, finally, the wet friction became too much.
An intense jolt of pleasure hit her, centering on her
clitoris, engulfing her whole pubic region, and spreading outward
to her thighs, her belly, her breasts, then back towards her
abdomen. Her back arched, the muscles in her thighs clenched, her
legs locked his head like a vise. Then the fireworks started-
great, spectacular fireworks, and her spasms inundated his face
with the juices of her pleasure.
Lights flashed before her eyes, and she even didn't hear
herself cry out in delight. She'd never screamed when she'd had
an orgasm before, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that she
could not control it. When her muscles finally relaxed, she lay
panting, exhausted, with her eyes closed. Nothing existed but
her pleasure. She sighed, the sensations ebbing slowly. She felt
utterly content now, and when she opened her eyes she saw Marks
face through a rosy haze. She weakly pulled his head down towards
hers, and kissed him, his face wet against her lips. When she
looked into his eyes, she clearly saw the genuine happiness his
pleasure had brought him, and the warmth she felt inside was more
than just sexual excitement.
Laura's face was more beautiful than anything Mark had ever
seen. The warm, utterly content happiness that shone from it
almost pierced his heart, and the fact that he had given her
this happiness filled him with joy. Vaguely he realized that
he'd never felt like this before. The usual analytic, almost
cold way in which he normally approached life had almost totally
disappeared, and he wasn't exactly sure what he was left with
instead of it. What he did know, however, was that it was absolu-
tely unimportant.
Laura's breath had calmed somewhat, and he bent over to kiss
her again. She stretched luxuriously, her body flowing against
his like that of a cat. He became acutely aware of her heat she
still radiated, and the fact that his erection had been back for
some time already.
Her hand slid over his chest, then down towards his groin.
'You seem to have recovered,' she said, as she put her hand
around the warmth of his penis. He was so hard he almost ached,
and he felt the head expand even more as she gently rubbed her
thumb over it. Then her finger gently traced the slit, spreading
the slippery, clear moisture that had flowed out of it in his
excitement, smearing it slowly around the sensitive rim of his
head.
'Yes, you have definitely recovered,' she observed. 'Well,
so have I.' She sat up, then gently pushed him down on the bed,
until he lay on his back, his throbbing penis standing straight
up, arching slightly backward, nodding with the rhythm of his
heartbeat. 'Right now?' he asked. 'Yes... Right now,' she said
dreamily. 'A girl is never more eager than when she just has, you
know.' He hadn't really known, but it didn't matter.
She sat up on her knees, moved to straddle his hips. She
pulled her thighs apart with both her hands. Her labia were
somewhat larger now than before her orgasm, Mark saw. They were
still covered with her slippery fluids, and so were her inner
thighs. She slowly let her knees slide apart across the bed,
spreading her legs as she did so. She took the tip of his penis
in one hand, kept her labia slightly parted with the thumb and
forefinger of the other, and carefully put the red, almost
purple, head between her nether lips. Her warmth against him felt
magnificent. Then she pushed gently, his head slipped inside
her, and he held his breath.
She slowly lowered herself, impaling herself upon him. His penis
slid deeper into her vagina. The sensation was incredible! He
felt the warm, soft, slippery membranes part before his head as
she slid down around him, and it was as if he was caressed by a
silk glove. She lowered herself further, and he felt her heat
against him increase as he slid deeper inside her body, her
wetness deliciously slipping down around the tip of his penis,
her juices flowing out of her around his shaft. It felt like
coming home.
When he was finally buried in her up to the hilt, hair on
wet hair, Laura spread her legs as far as she could, taking him
in even further. She arched her back, turned her pelvis forward,
and literally rubbed herself against him. As she sucked in her
breath with a sharp his, the movement caused his penis to slide
in and out of her very slightly, and the sensation made him
gasp. His hands rose of their own will, settled on her hips, his
fingers stroking her firm buttocks.
Watching her like this, her eyes distant, the bright red
blush on her face once more, she looked more beautiful than ever.
Her young, firm breasts stood proudly out from her chest, and the
possibilities they offered were almost immediately clear to him.
He lifted his right hand, gently stroked the outline of her
breast with it, then rubbed the tip of his forefinger gently over
the left nipple. He felt it harden under his touch, and watched
as her nipples and areolae grew several shades darker. Instincti-
vely, his hips had started to move up and down very slightly in
anticipation of the movements they longed to make.
Laura continued to rub herself against him, her pleasure
button sliding over his pubic hair, wet from the fluids that were
flowing down around his shaft. Sparks of pleasure seemed to pass
between her clit and where his hands stroked her nipples. She let
out her breath with a long, low moan. Marks balls felt heavy, and
a wonderful, warm feeling infused his abdomen.
Laura stopped moving, savoring the feeling of his hot
hardness inside her. She liked to be on top, setting the pace, in
charge of things. She bent slowly forward, her clit touching his
short, hard curls, and pleasure flowed through her. His hands on
her nipples sent sparks of joy outward from her breasts, and
again she moaned softly. Then she started rocking her pelvis
forward and backward, slowly, slowly, feeling the hot, smooth
head of his penis slide against her inner membranes. She looked
into his eyes and saw her own pleasure reflected there. They
seemed very close right now. He picked up her rhythm as she rode
him, his hips slowly moving up and down to meet her rocking
pelvis, sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body now.
The tension in her underbelly started to rise more rapidly, as
they moved together.
The sensations of her hot, slippery wetness sliding against
the tip of his penis made Mark almost delirious with pleasure. He
saw her face, eyes closed now, trough the faint, red haze of his
brewing orgasm. She was more beautiful than ever, her short,
sandy hair offsetting the high, bright blush that not only
covered her face and neck now, but her shoulders and part of her
breasts as well. She moaned softly, then began muttering softly,
in a rhythm that matched her movements, 'Oh... oh.... oh...' as
her pleasure increased even further.
Laura wasn't thinking coherently anymore. Nothing existed
but her pleasure, not only where their wet hot cores touched and
slid together, but in her whole body now. She felt Marks pleasure
rise as well, a peculiar unity causing her to feel his sensations
match her own, their minds becoming one as much as their bodies
were. As she rode him, she moved down her torso just a bit,
increasing the rhythmic tension on the skin at the top of her
slit.
As she bent down slowly, Mark rose his head, licked one of
her nipples, then took it between his lips. Laura gasped. A
stream of pleasure seemed to connect her nipples and the top of
her vagina, and the touch of his tongue sliding over the tips of
her breasts was almost more than she could take. She felt her
orgasm building rapidly now, and realized that it wouldn't be
long. Her breath became very rapid, almost panting.
She put a hand on his head, turned his face toward hers.
'Look at me,' she said. 'I want to see your face when we come.'
He lay back, his eyes on hers, seeing the distant, slightly
unfocused look of her pleasure. His hands moved back to her
legs, stroked the inside of her thighs where they didn't touch
his hips, then slowly moved over to her buttocks. He felt the
firm, taut muscles play under her skin as she rocked her hips,
her hot wet core sliding against his.
His fingers slowly spread her buttocks, then stoked the
inside of the cleft between them. Laura gasped, the pleasure of
his fingers on that sensitive area adding to the sensations that
his hard, smooth head caused inside her. She let out a long moan,
as her clitoris seemed to emit sparks, igniting an explosion in
her vagina. A shock wave of pleasure moved outward from her groin
through her legs, her belly, her nipples. The orgasm tensed up
every muscle, her legs clamping his hips. She came with her whole
body. The pleasure was complete.
Mark saw her eyes grow unfocused as she moaned, and then a
ring of muscles rhythmically clasped the head of his penis, that
had been on the verge of explosion. She gripped and stroked him
as in a satin glove, and the pleasure became unbearable. The tip
of his penis seemed to expand, his legs tensed, his hips thrust
upwards, and with a gasp he exploded deep inside her. The orgasm
was more intense than anything else he'd had ever felt, the
pleasure blotting out all thought, all other sensations, until
only their pleasure existed. He jetted thick, hot spurts deep
into her spasming body, his hips jerking. It seemed to go on and
on. Time didn't exist anymore on those waves of pure, intense
pleasure, and he became aware of her mind inside his, as much as
he was inside her. As she sank down exhausted, laying down on his
chest, their minds were as close as their bodies, linked
together.
They remained like that for quite some time, eyes closed,
until finally the beating of their hearts slowed, and normal
breathing became once more possible. They kissed, looking deep
into each others eyes. There was no need for talk. Anything they
could have said to each other they both knew already: how this
intimacy was infinitely better than Mark could ever have
imagined, how he had given Laura more pleasure than she'd ever
experienced. They lay there for a long, long time.
* * *
Mark realized that he had slept when he awoke. Laura's warm,
smooth body was laying against his, her breath going slowly now.
He felt tranquil, peaceful, utterly content. He smelled the soft
fragrance of her short, sandy hair as she lay utterly relaxed
against him. There was no thought, there was no need. Just being
there, Laura close against him, was enough. He sighed.
She stirred, gently moved against him, opened her eyes. The
calm, satisfied happiness there seemed to answer his own. She
smiled dreamily at him.
Then he remembered, and he chuckled. 'What's the matter?'
she asked curiously. Mark smiled. 'I'm afraid we forgot all about
that coffee,' he observed. Her eyes went wide, a look of surprise
on her face. 'I believe you're right,' she answered. 'Well, it's
probably gone stale now.' She smiled. 'What the hell. Who needs
coffee anyway?' She kissed him again. 'This was much better than
I'd imagined,' he said. 'I know,' she replied. For a moment it
seemed that she wanted to say more, then, apparently, she changed
her mind.
'How was your first time?' he asked curiously. He suddenly
found that he wanted to know her better. Having been so close
with her so recently, he now longed to get closer to her in other
ways as well.
'My first time...' she mused. 'Well, it wasn't really very
good. I had just left home at the time... I wanted to go into
computer tech, and Dad was furious. So I let myself get rushed
into things, I guess... Perhaps I'll tell you someday.' A brief
look of pain crossed her face.
'I'm sorry, Laura,' Mark said. 'I didn't mean to open any
old wounds.' She looked into his eyes, her face sober. 'That's
all right. Time wounds all heels, I think.' She stared at the
wall for a few moments. 'It's just that Dad and I never got along
well together. I used to wish that I was a boy, so that I just
could do whatever I wanted to. But it didn't turn out like
that...' She sighed. Mark put his arm around her, his other hand
turning her face toward his. 'I'm very glad that you're not a
boy,' he told her firmly. He touched her nipple with the tip of
his finger, felt it harden. 'Definitely,' he added. She smiled
fondly at him. 'Yes... me too,' she whispered, and then she
kissed him.
They lay like that for a few minutes, holding each other,
simply enjoying each others presence. Then Laura shivered. 'I
should have turned up the thermostat. I'm getting cold,' she
said. She freed her left arm, let it drop down to the floor, and
rummaged in the heap of clothes that had piled up there. Finally
she managed to locate her checkered blouse and dig it up. She sat
up on her knees, put on the blouse, and rose. 'Just a moment,'
she said, as she disappeared around the book case that served as
a partition between the bed and her workshop. He hear her switch
off the coffee maker. Then she walked over to the wall at the
foot of the bed where the thermostat was mounted, and turned it a
few notches higher.
As she did so, the sight of her hit Mark full in the
stomach. Her nudity was partially concealed by the unbuttoned
blouse, the hem of it covering the upper inch - but not more - of
her buttocks and her short pubic curls. As she moved slightly,
the front of her blouse fell open, and he caught tantalizing
glimpses of her breasts. Praxiteles would have gone wild with the
sight of her.
The whole pose was so agonizing, so incredibly erotic, that
Mark felt himself harden immediately. Her partial nudity was even
more beautiful than she had been when she had laid completely
naked before him. He forced himself to breathe.
She slowly walked back to the bed, her loose-hanging blouse
concealing and revealing her body as she moved. Then she looked
down at the hard, throbbing proof of his lust. Her grin was like
the sun rising. 'You know, I'm really cold...' she said. 'Why
don't you see if you can warm me a bit?' She sat down on the bed
where he still lay.
Mark held out his hand. She took it, and let him pull her
closer. He kissed her, stroking her shoulders through the fabric
of her blouse. She made no move to take it off, and Mark was
secretly glad that she didn't. He slowly parted the front of her
blouse, and slowly stroked her shoulders inside it, her breasts,
her waist, her back. She looked absolutely breathtaking, sitting
there beside him. The parts of her body that were now more or
less concealed were somehow full of a delicious promise.
She turned her head and thoughtfully looked at his erection.
'You seem to be way ahead of me,' she noticed. 'Would you give
me a chance to gain on you?' 'Sure,' he said. 'What exactly did
you have in mind?' 'This, she answered. She got up, sat on her
knees on the bed beside his head, then lifted her right leg to
straddle his face, which she held gently in her hands. 'I get the
idea,' Mark smiled. He was delighted. Now he could both work on
her pleasure and look at her where she said on top of him, still
wearing the unbuttoned blouse. Her smell was a heady aphrodisiac.
Laura slowly let her knees slide apart, lowering her torso
gently upon Marks face. He put his hands on her spread thighs,
his thumbs slowly stroking the inside of them as the slit of her
vagina, already moist again, slowly approached his waiting lips,
closer and closer.
She was delighted with his reaction. She knew that being
partially naked could have a devastating effect, even more than
total nudity, and she had decided to keep wearing her blouse on
purpose. The effect it had on him was very satisfying, she
decided. She knew that she looked sexy now, as he looked up from
where he lay with his face between her smooth, spread thighs,
looking up to see her sex, her belly, and her breasts framed by
the blouse. She looked down and saw how the tip of his tongue
slowly crept to her clit, getting closer and closer. She stopped
lowering her body, teasing both him and herself by postponing
what was to come. He extended his tongue even further, the tip
full of promise, and her excitement rose in anticipation. Unable
to restrain herself any longer, she slowly spread her thighs
further, until his tongue reached the lower part of her folds.
The touch was electric, infusing her with delicious sensations.
As his fingers stoked her inner thighs, she crept closer and
closer, his tongue probing her most intimate folds, deeper and
deeper.
His tongue was able to reach her pleasure button now, but it
didn't. Instead he continued licking her slit with long,
luxurious swipes, carefully keeping away from the clit. Then he
started teasing her, licking her a fraction of an inch higher
every time, slowly working towards the clit. Her juices added to
the moisture of his tongue, wetting his face. Her button tingled
in anticipation now. Then he stopped, and she looked down to see
the tip of his extended tongue creeping towards the top of her
slit. It came closer, closer, until the separation was reduced to
only a fraction of an inch. Her anticipation became agonizing and
utterly wonderful at the same time, and she watched how the tip
of his tongue slowly closed the small gap. The contact made her
gasp. Her back arched, and a long, slow moan escaped her. She
pressed her sex down upon his mouth, that was wet with her
excitement now, and he let his tongue slide across the tip of her
clitoris with a gentle rubbing movement. Her hands clasped the
back of his head, determined never to let go.
Mark felt her excitement rise to match his own. He had
become quite sensitive to the pattern of her movements, her
breathing, and the play of her muscles under his hands. He was
pretty close to bursting with lust by now. The sight of her as
she sat upon him was the most erotic he'd ever seen. He looked
up from the hot core of her vagina where his tongue gave her so
much pleasure, across the creamy expanse of her belly, to the
outline of her breasts above him. Her chest heaved, and where the
movements of her blouse revealed the tips of her breasts, he
could clearly see the nipples standing firmly out from the
center, swollen with excitement. The blouse framed the whole
picture in a tantalizing, delicious way.
He put his lips around her clit and sucked it slowly. She
moaned, pressing down her groin. He realized she wouldn't be able
to hold out much longer. He withdrew his head, looked up. She
gazed down to meet his eyes. 'Now?' he asked. She nodded, then
slowly pushed herself up from his wet face. He pushed himself up
as she lay down beside him. He gently rolled her over on her
back. Then he put his arm around her and kissed her, resting on
his elbows, his body above hers.
Her hands urged him on as she spread her legs to receive
him. She took his penis, guided it to her hot, wet core and
placed the tip of him between her outer folds. His hands were on
her breasts, playing over her hard, sensitive nipples.
Mark gently lowered his hips. The tip of his penis slipped
inside her, and the muscles of her vagina seemed to grip it,
pulling, urging him to go on. He slid into her gently, slowly,
enjoying the delicious sensation of her wet, slippery membranes
parting before him. It went on and on, until he was buried deep
inside her, the short hard curls of his pubic hair meeting hers.
She spread her thighs even further, and he slid into her for
another half inch! He felt how wet and slippery she gripped him,
held him captive inside her.
She put her arms around him, pulled him close, and kissed
him hard. They kissed like that for what seemed an eternity, not
moving, bodies pressed together, their tongues exploring each
other. After that long, long time, Mark pushed himself up and
gazed down upon her as she lay under him. The happiness radiating
from her face fulfilled a need in him so deep that he hadn't
known it was there. He put his hands on her nipples again, slowly
rubbed those hard, beautiful nubbins with his thumbs. He drank in
the sight of her as she lay on her back, his hardness deep inside
her, her upper body framed by the blouse that now lay rumpled
around her. He kissed her again, his hands on her nipples. Laura
arched her back in the pure delight that infused her, his
ministrations sending sparks of lust trough her chest and belly.
Mark began to move very slowly. He withdrew from her for
just a fraction of an inch, feeling how her sexual core gripped
him, almost reluctant to let him go. The he advanced again,
savoring the sensations the wet slippery friction gave him. Laura
moved up her legs, then folded them around the small of his back
to hold him captive. Laura felt how his hot, smooth hardness
moved inside her, how his lust fit into hers, and she started
moving with him. The familiar tension in her underbelly started
to mount, and she increased her movements to match it. The wet
friction where they touched engulfed them both with delirious
pleasure. Mark withdrew from her until his only the tip of him
was still inside her, held captive by her soft, warm wetness.
Then Laura thrusted her pelvis upward to meet him, and he
advanced again, gently pushing down, re-entering her, until he
was once again deep inside her. They paused for a fraction of a
second, enjoying the sensations, then repeating the whole thing.
They moved as one.
They took much longer coming this time. Her breasts were
soft, lovely cushions under his chest, his hands still upon them.
They were very close then, their minds touching as well as their
bodies, their faces close together, sharing the same space,
breathing the same air. Their excitement rose higher, higher,
until it finally hit them both, and they cried out in their
release. It was more like a short, sharp burst, much more intense
this time, like a blue, hot flame, like a star going supernova.
Then, at last, they both lay there exhausted, utterly satisfied.
Once again they experienced that peculiar unity that linked their
minds, and somehow, at that moment, they really knew each other,
and they both knew that they would never be the same again.
Later, they slept.
* * *
Mark woke quite late the other morning. He woke slowly,
drifting, drifting, until finally he was there. He lay there with
his eyes closed, when he realized that he heard the shower
running. Memory made its way home from places unknown, and as he
moved, the ache in his muscles confirmed that it was all true. He
felt deliriously happy.
Mark usually managed to get through that black period
between getting up and his second cup of coffee by telling
himself that tomorrow might be better. But today, he felt great.
It had to do with not being alone anymore, and happiness, and
more complex things he hadn't analyzed yet. He was happy, and for
the moment that was enough. He opened his eyes.
Laura stepped out of the shower, her skin glowing, drying
her short, damp hair with a green towel. 'I thought you were
going to sleep all day,' she remarked as he sat up on the bed.
She walked over where he sat and kissed him. 'I think there's
still some hot water left for you,' she smiled. 'Use my tooth-
brush. We've already shared our bacteria anyway.'
As Mark turned on the hot water, he heard the asthmatic
respirations of the coffee maker coming from the kitchenette. He
sighed happily. Somehow, he had a feeling that things were going
to work out very well.
* * *
And Laura and Mark did get along very well after that. They
found how they enjoyed each others company, how they could give
each other pleasure, and other, even better things as well. But
that's another story. I might write it down some day.
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