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Subject: "The Heat" pt.5
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The HEAT
5
It took a moment for Harold to recover from his surprise. He
swallowed
drylysand said, "So, I guess we meet again."
She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, seemingly
unconcerned over her partial nudity. She made no attempt to cover
herself
at all. "I remember you from the crowd at the vollyball game. When I
lost
my top I was embarassed as hell, but I was going to be damned if I'd
let
anyone see that. I saw every male in the crowd was drooling, but when I
looked around and saw you... there was something else in your eyes. You
looked so incredibly sad."
"I didn't know it showed." Harold mumbled. "I was... well...
thinking
just about the same thing as everybody else." He turned red and averted
his
eyes in shame.
"Oh, I know that." she replied matter-of-factly "I've been getting
looks like that since I was twelve years old. I'm used to getting
stared at
and hit on a lot, so I just learned to deal with it without getting
mad.
Actually, it does a lot for my ego. I don't know what it was, though,
but
you really stood out in that crowd, at least to me. I've always been
good
at picking up feelings."
"And you felt sorry for me." Harold said baldly. He should have
known
he had misinterpreted that look. "When our eyes met that time, I almost
thought, well..."
She smiled and patted a place on the bed next to her. "Why not
come
over here and sit down? You can't be too comfortable all curled up in a
ball in the corner."
Harold sighed and got up painfully. She was right. It wasn't too
comfortable. He sat on the bed about two feet away from her. It took
considerable effort to keep his eyes off her chest. He was surprised to
find his mouth had gone dry and his heart was pounding. "Um, can I ask
a
question?"
"Sure" She answered.
"If you were so, um, embarassed when you lost your top earlier,
why
aren't you wearing it now?"
"Because it's uncomfortable. The damn string's been digging into
my
neck all day and it's sore as hell." she lifted her hair up and showed
him
a red weal as the base of her neck. "I should have worn a nice,
sensable
tank top. And I was embarassed because I got caught by surprise.
Otherwise
I wouldn't have cared. I'm not ashamed of my body at all. Does this
bother
you?"
"No." Harold said quickly. Then he reconsidered. "Well, a little."
"See?" she smiled, "I told you you might like it better with the
light
off."
"Oh, not at all." Harold said hurredly, "They're definitely worth
looking at." then he winced, realizing what he said. "I mean, YOU'RE
definitely worth-"
But she was laughing, a very pretty sound indeed. She waved him
off,
"I know what you meant. I'm flattered, really. You know, red's your
color."
she said, making Harold blush even harder. "But that's nasty of me."
The talk died off and the silence stretched between them like
putty as
they both sat alone with their thoughts. Finally she said, almost
shyly,
"You know, I didn't entirely feel sorry for you. You're not that bad
looking." Harold looked at her wonderingly. She moved over until she
was
right next to him. "Don't get me wrong, you're no Tom Selleck or
anything,
but I decided a long time ago that most of the really good looking guys
are
too hung up on themselves to give a woman the attention she wants. You
seem
really nice."
Her shoulder and hip pressed against his warmly. Her weight on the
bed
pulling him towards her, her very presence, that oh so luscious body,
all
burned in his mind like a red-hot firebrand. Almost without thinking,
he
put an arm around her shoulders. "And I think you're very beautiful.
What
else can I say?" his other hand came up and froze, uncertainly. Her
eyes
locked on his and without a word she reached up placed his hand on her
bare
breast.
"Why say anything?" and she silenced any possible reply with an
open
mouthed kiss.
He massaged her breast tenderly, feeling it's weight, it's
smoothness,
running his thumb gently over the rapidly hardening nipple. Her tongue
darted playfully into his mouth, only to retreat. Then it came out
again
more slowly and met with his, intertwining in powerful intimacy that
made
his head spin. Then she withdrew slowly.
Ending the kiss, he ran his open mouth gently down along the line
of
her jaw, to her ear, which he explored, making her giggle. He moved to
her
neck, taking a moment to kiss away the pain of the weal there, before
moving farther down.
Nor was she idle while he did this. Her hands ran along his sides,
up
under his shirt, exploring. Then she reached down and undid his pants,
reaching inside to caress his blossoming erection with a light,
tingling
touch.
He had moved down to her chest now, and he roamed freely with his
tongue, using a feathery touch that made her shiver. Around and around
the
curving softness of her breast, finally centering on the fully erect
nipple, which he plunged into his mouth, sucking gently. Again and
again he
did this, finally moving over to the other side. His hands explored her
back, her sides, her thighs, moving with smooth surety.
With a sigh she reclined back onto the bed, grasping the zipper on
her
cut-offs and pulling it down slowly. The fabric parted gladly, after
straing all day to hold together, and golden feathery pubic hair poked
through the gap, glimmering faintly in the light from the dresser lamp.
She
grasped the sides of the shorts and pulled them down over her long
legs,
finally kicking them off onto the floor. Harold was not surprised at
all to
see she wore no underwear. With a great sigh she stretched out on the
bed,
glorious in her nakedess. Harold could only stare until she looked back
at
him and said, "Well...?"
He hesitated for the slightest of instances. Something deep inside
his
mind gibbered. This is just like before, it said. Get out of here now.
Get
out before you humiliate yourself again! Now, fool!
And he almost listened. Almost, until something much older and
stronger took control of his thoughts and squashed the voice
completely.
All doubt dissappeared as he stripped off all his clothes, put the
light
out, and climbed onto the bed.
"Why did you turn off the light?" she asked in a breathy voice.
"Why not? Habit, I guess." he replied, turning his attentions back
to
her. Suddenly he stopped, "I just realized, I don't know your name."
"I was wondering when you would get around to that." she said.
"I'm
Julie."
"Pleased to meet you, Julie. I'm Harol... Harry." On a moment of
whimsey, he added, "Would you have dinner with me tomorrow night?"
"Sure." She replied, "But right now let's fuck." And they both
broke
up laughing.
But the laughter quickly faded as Harry returned to the matter at
hand. With his mouth and hands he continued to explore the soft curves
of
her body, her hips, her navel, slowly, inexhorably moving towards one
definite spot. His fingers playfully toyed with her pubic hair as he
moved
his tongue slowly up along her inner thigh. Her breathing had speeded
up
noticably as she bent her knees and spread her legs. Harry settled
himself
down with his face between her thighs. His fingers pulled aside the
labia,
exposing the delicate folds of flesh within. Gently he began to probe
inside with his tongue.
Her breathing became even more rapid and her hips began to move up
and
down in sensuous rhythem. His tongue explored deeper until he found
what he
was looking for, the fleshy knob of the clitoris. His nose pressed hard
against her pube, he circled the clitoris gently, over and over again.
Then
he would flick it playfully with the tip of his tongue, then caress it
warmly.
Her gasps became moans, first breathy, then louder as her hips
moved
even more violently. She ran one hand through his hair while pressing
the
other against her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle the noise. "Oh
God,"
she moaned, "That feels so goooood..."
Harry would have said something in reply, but it was bad manners
to
talk with your mouth full.
Not that it would be full much longer. Her moans had become cries
that
she was powerless to silence. Her hips moved so violently that he had a
difficult time keeping his tongue where it belonged and he held onto
her
thighs to keep her steady. The more excited she became, the farther her
clit poked out of its fleshy covering, and the easier it was to torment
it.
Then her cries suddenly silenced as every muscle in her body locked and
her
hips rose high off the bed, carrying Harry with them. For a timeless
second
she remained like that, every muscle quivering in an explosive orgasm,
before settling back on the bed with a mighty groan.
Wow, he thought. Cindi never got off like that. Experimentally he
probed with his tongue again. She almost jumped off the bed. "No! Stop,
please... No more..." she pleaded in an exhausted whisper. Slowly Harry
uncurled himself and crawled up to rest beside her. He ran a hand along
her
skin, which was cold and beaded with sweat. She rolled onto her side
and
threw an arm around him, burying her face in his chest. She was shaking
like a leaf. He hugged her tight to him until the trembling subsided.
Finally she said "That was good." She ran a hand down to his belly
to
his penis. His erection had wilted, and she began to massage some life
back
into it. It was not long at all before he was hard again, and she ran
her
fingers tantalizingly along the length of his hard-on. She rolled onto
her
back again, pulling him on top of her with surprising strength. "I want
you. Now!"
The little man spoke up in his mind again, telling him he was
walking
into disaster, but Harry ignored it as she guided his penis into her.
He
thrust deep, and she gasped. "Still touchy." she breathed into his ear.
He thrust again and again, in and out, as her hips moved in time
with
his own. With one hand he supported himself while the other ran along
her
side, feeling her body. Her mouth met his in a deep kiss.
Too soon, much too soon, he felt the pleasure building. It mounted
higher and higher, until he knew he was going to come. He rested for a
moment until it died back, but it returned with twice the ferocity as
soon
as he began pumping again. He tried to will it back, to force it down,
but
the pleasure quickly grew out of control. He groaned through clenched
teeth
at an explosion of pleasure as his seed shot into the warm depths of
her
body. She held him tight as the echoes faded and Harold began to relax.
As the pleasure faded, fear replaced it. Now was the moment of
truth.
Was she going to accept him or explode with rage? He pulled out and lay
down beside her, trembling slightly.
She noticed something was wrong right away. "What is it?"
"Nothing." he mumbled.
"Don't give me that. You just withdrew into yourself like a turtle
in
a shell. What are you afraid of?"
He swallowed hard "I thought you might get mad. Because... because
I
couldn't last very long. I was premature."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, "That was fantastic! I
haven't got off that hard in a long time. What-" Suddenly an idea began
to
form. "Harry, what was it you were so upset about when you first came
in
here?"
Harold told her about Cindi. It took much coaxing to get the whole
truth out, as the pain had not diminished after all.
After he finished, she was silent for a long time. Finally she
said,
"I almost can't believe somebody could do that to another person.
Almost. I
know Cindi. She's pretty fuckin' shallow and self-centered. How on
earth
did you ever get tangled up with her anyway?"
"I don't know." Harold said in a flat, lifeless voice. "I used to
think she was something special. I was in love. I thought she loved
me."
"I don't think the bitch knows what love is." Julie thought for a
long
moment. "There's only one thing to do. We're going to have to get you
over
this little problem of yours. And I think I know just the person to do
it."
Harold lifted his head up to stare at her outline in the darkness.
"You know somebody who can fix it?"
"This guy can fix anything. He knows more about sex than Dr. Ruth.
He'll know what to do. And then you can show that bitch what's what."
"I don't know..." Harold began doubtfully.
"You don't have to know." she concluded for him. "I do."
They lay together for a long time. Finally she said, "Ready for
another one?"
"Another what?" Harold asked innocently.
"Come on, now. You've had plenty of time to recover." She began
stroking his penis, which was beginning to swell. "See what I mean?"
He felt the heat returning as he caressed her breast. "Well, if
you
insist..."
"Of course I insist. You know what they say."
"No, what do they say?" Harold asked as he moved on top of her.
"It's usually better the second time around..."
And it was.
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