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The HEAT
chapter 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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