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 I first saw her while I was registering for my second semester at the local
college.  I had not seen the business end of a classroom in years.  I was
able to go back because I had quit my job just before finding out that I
had caner of the lung and for the first time in my life I felt totally in
control of my future.  I went the traditional route of working, marrying
and having a kid...the whole nine yards.  After the marriage failed and we
divorced, she moved back to the left coast to be nearer to her parents. 
What was left an enormous whole in my heart.  I wouldn't be able to see my
son on a regular basis.  I was truly in a vacuum with directly opposing
emotions.  I wouldn't have a relationship with my son, or a relationship
with a good woman.  However, I damn sure was optimistic about going back to
school and nurturing a career of my choosing, not dreading going to work at
a job out of necessity of the almighty dollar.  However I digress.
   She was in front of me but seeing her from behind was enough to get my
motor jump-started.  She was about 5'5 or 5'6" and I guessed her weight to
be about 110 lbs.  soaking wet.  Blonde and without ever touching her, I
just knew it was as soft as rabbit fur.  I was daydreaming about her while
waiting to register.  You know what I mean, not sexual dreams but the kind
of dream that tells you that the woman in front of you looks beautiful
without seeing her face.  Christ, I was imagining a lot without direct
knowledge of her looks or her soft skin or of her hair but I was going to
do my damnedest to find out about her.  I had seen her around campus a few
times.  Usually with the same jerk no less.  I had seen them holding hands
so I assumed that they were a couple.  He looked to be the kind of jerk
that acts like a tough guy but when push came to shove in the literal sense
then he'd fold like wet cardboard.  Don't get me wrong here, I'm not the
kind that looks for a confrontation but I sure won't back down from too
many guys.
   When I got close to the registrar's desk, I was pleasantly surprised to
see a woman from my Algebra class last semester.  Her name was Sally.  She
and I had studied together a couple of times before some tests.  Nothing
could develop from that because she was married and faithful.  I wasn't
ever going to put myself between a man and his wife.  Never did it and
never will.  "The blonde", however, was another matter.  She wasn't married
and neither was I.  That's a no-brainer as far as I was concerned.  I
pulled out a small pad and wrote a note to Sally.  The note asked her for
"The Blonde's" name.  When it was my turn Sally just looked at the note and
wrote down Jessica.  And passed it back to me and then tended to her duties
but with a smile.
   I then wrote a quick note asking her if Jessica was going to take any
writing courses.  Sally read the note and then passed it back again with
Jessica's English Lit course name, room number and days of classes.  I
quickly checked my prospective course and oh man I was free.  I then had
Sally to redo my schedule and to sign me up for Jessica's literature class.
After she completed my registration she wished me luck and asked me to meet
her for lunch sometime.  Sounded good to me and told her that I'd love to.
We both had smiles when I went on my merry way.  On the way to the parking
lot I saw Jessica leaving the building and start toward the garage, as
well. If I timed things right, I could reach my bike just as she would walk
past and notice that I rode a Sportster.  Harleys are a chick magnet.  I
learned that years ago and never forgot it, it wasn't the main reason that
I liked to ride.
   Well for the first time in a while things were going my way.  I started
the bike and hit the gas a couple of times to make sure that she saw me.  I
let the scooter warm up as she walked by and flashed me a big smile. 
Riding home I thought that I would have to be lucky and time things right
when class began.  If I arrived too early she would choose her seat, and
the way my luck was going recently her seat would be on the other side of
the room.  That meant that I would have to finagle seating arrangements for
the next class.  If, however, I got there too late someone else would be
sitting next to her.  Neither scenario was good for me.  I'd have to roll
the dice and try to time it just right.
   When the day of our Lit class arrived I rode my bike to school.  I
figured that I'd use every advantage that I could.  I sauntered in about 3
minutes early and coolly scanned the room.  Yep, she was there and nobody
was sitting on her left side.  Without rushing I went and sat down next to
her.  When I was seated I calmly looked around as if it was the first time
that I noticed anybody.  In reality my heart was about to pound it's way
through my ribs.  When I looked at her, she smiled and said hello.  I tried
to appear friendly but aloof.  I did not want to screw this chance up. 
Just then the professor strolled in and got right down to business.  She
handed out a syllabus and told us what she expected from us.  I didn't get
a chance to talk to Jessica until class was letting out.
   As I walked for the door she paralleled me and as we got to the door she
remarked that there was a lot of reading to be done and that she was
carrying a full load and working a part time job that was close to full
time.  I said that there was a lot to read but that's why it's called
English Literature.  Damn, that was a big whiff for me and I saw it
immediately on her face.  I did manage to redeem myself, though by telling
her that I had read some of the books already.  No lie there...I've always
loved to read.  Nice save on my part.  She smiled again and asked if we
could get together for some of the books, especially the ones that I read.
No problem, I told her as we left the class.  I asked for her name as if I
didn't already know it and then told her my name.  She gave a little laugh
because all of my friends call me Rum.  She was playing it cool, too.  So
when I saw the customary question on her face, I told her that it was a
long story and I'd tell her sometime when we both had some time.  She said
that she was going to the cafeteria for coffee and asked me if I'd like to
join her.  No classes for another hour and a half so I said that I'd love
to.  On the way we just made small talk.
   After pouring and paying for the go-juice we sat down.  The first thing
she inquired was when my next class was scheduled.  After I told her of my
schedule for every Wednesday, she smiled as she said that she wanted to
know the story behind my name.  I smiled as I told her that my last name
was a rather long French surname so the neighborhood kids shortened it to
just the three first letters.  When we started stealing our parents booze I
took to rum right off.  At one of the parties in the woods we got totally
smashed.  That's when one of my friends drunkenly slurred my name and it
just came out as Rum.  The name stuck but I had a hard convincing my
parents that it was just a joke and a play on words.  She mentioned that
she saw me get on my scooter and would love a ride sometime.  I told her
that I was game and mentioned that I would take her if it was on a date.  A
slight smile played on her lips and she said that yeah, she would like
that.
   I asked her if she wanted to go out for the coming weekend.  I got an
enthusiastic yes...as long as we went out on the bike.  No problem there, I
said.  Nothing fancy, just jeans, a few beers and some pool with some of my
friends and their wives.  She liked the idea so we finalized our plans.  I
was in a constant state of euphoria, don'tcha know.  Two days until game
time and I was high already.
   Saturday night rolled around in it's own sweet time but we finally
hooked up.  I arrived at her apartment and met her roomies and left.  When
we got to the bike I made her familiar with the concept of leaning into a
turn.  I also made her wear a full-face helmet.  I don't think she cared
too much for that but I told her that when riding became more familiar to
her we would dispense with the brain bucket.  My circle of friends and I
referred to the place as "the hall".  It's just what we called it.  It
wasn't a dive but it was a casual place.  Comfortable, you know?  We shot
pool in teams.  Men and their wives or "significant others" would be
teamed. That last part was for our benefit.  Jessica and I took it in the
spirit that was intended and we all laughed.  That set the tone for the
whole night at the pool hall.  We were regulars at the pool hall so we just
played and swapped lies all around.  What a night!  The wives took a liking
to her right away and she seemed to like everybody, as well.
   Even Old Man Sweeney joined in the banter.  Hell, he ran the place and
Sweeney and Jessica just kind of took together, sort of a mutual admiration
society.  We've all known Sweeney for years.  It started out a just a bunch
of kids that liked to play pool and never abused the place or the owner. 
For that respect he's always allowed us to play there and even sometimes
when we were broke he'd let us play freebies.  As the circle grew to
include girlfriends and wives, Sweeney would introduce himself as Sweeney.
None of the other regulars were allowed to call him that and if they did he
corrected them by telling them to call him Jim or Mr.  Sweeney.  If they
asked why we called him Sweeney, he'd tell them that name was reserved for
family or very close friends.  Hell, his wife Lana called him Sweeney
before she died.  We were all at Lana's funeral, in fact we were almost the
only ones there.  There was history with this man and mutual respect going
back to our discovery years.  We discovered girls and booze and cigarettes
and even some "soft" drugs.  He was our brother at times, our fathers at
other times, our confidant and our lecturer.  More than a few of us were
taken to task by Old Man Sweeney and once or twice by his wife.  They
always extended that relationship to our girlfriends, too.
   Anyhow, after some time Jessica got me alone, or maybe it was the group
that gave us some space.  She said that she wanted to ride for a while. 
Sounded good to me.  I was nowhere near my limit of beer and I love to mess
up my hair in the wind.  We said our goodnights to everybody.  Old Man
Sweeney looked me dead in the eye and told me to be careful with Jessica on
the scooter.  I knew that he was as serious as a heart attack.  I also knew
that it was delivered out of a real sense of caring.  Once outside I asked
if she had any destination in mind.  When she indicated that she just
wanted to ride.  Something told me that she wasn't entirely honest but I
let it go.  I then decided to let her be the pilot and we set up some
nonverbal signals by applying pressure with her hands around my waist.
   We climbed on and I started to ride east.  No particular reason, but we
didn't need a good reason on this beautiful night.  When we got to the
outskirts of town she took over and steered us down the country lanes. 
After about ten minutes her destination became more apparent.  We were
headed towards what us locals called East Rock.  It's a mountain with a
lookout on top.  Before we got there, she pulled on my right leg and I
pulled onto a dirt road leading away from the summit.  Now, I'm a local but
had never been down this road.  What piqued my curiosity was where it lead
and how she knew about this road.  When we came to a spot that had it's own
lookout point above the city, I stopped and she shook all of that silk from
the helmet.  I did my usual ritual; I killed the ignition and slipped the
keys into my back pocket.  What happened next was nothing close to the
familiar.  She said that she wanted a hug.
   I knew that I was just as eager for her affections, maybe different but
eager, nonetheless.  As we hugged she looked up at me and I accepted the
invitation and leaned down for a kiss.  I'm no stranger to kisses but this
was the sweetest kiss I've ever experienced.  She opened her mouth and
almost sucked my tongue out of my mouth.  Christ I wasn't prepared for this
much enthusiasm from her so early.  As I settled down to lean on the bike's
seat we never broke that kiss.  I was at just the right height for us to
explore each other's mouth.  One benefit to this was that I now had a clear
shot at exploring her breasts.  Although I didn't start massaging her tits
right away, she started grabbing my ass and pulling herself into my spread
legs.  There was no doubt that she could feel my cock rubbing into her
mound.  She only put more credence to my thoughts when she began grinding
herself against my rod.  Then she completely blew me away when she reached
for my belt, loosened it and started to unbutton my jeans.  I made no
attempt to stop her assault on the ol' sausage factory.  It had been a
while since I was this intimate with a woman.  Damn it, I sure missed the
feelings that shot through my entire body when she fished around in my
shorts and dragged the snake out.  If I was surprised at her aggressiveness
before, I was stunned when she slid down and planted a very wet, noisy kiss
on the German helmet.  I almost fell over the other side of the bike when
she did that.
   All I could do was to hold her head in my hands.  Running my fingers
through her hair was an erotic experience in itself.  Jessica was after
bigger game, though.  I could feel her lips, her tongue and every muscle in
her mouth working my dick in a manner that I can only describe as pure
heaven on this earth.  She would bob her head a few times and then just
make love orally to the glans.  I've read a lot about women licking and
swirling their tongue around the head and even slipping the tongue into the
hole at the very top.  Jessica didn't do that.  She just kept lip contact
all over my steel rod.  When I started to feel the cream rising, she did,
too.  Her hand was wrapped around the shaft.  She wasn't jerking me off
while she lavished supreme feelings on my dick.
   She was moving her hand around, though.  I couldn't tell you what her
hand was doing because I was so deeply into the feelings from her magical
mouth.  As I said she knew that I was nearing blastoff because she stopped
briefly and looked up at me and said to talk dirty to her and call her
dirty names, the dirtier the better.  Shit, How could I refuse?  I did it
only so that she would continue making her brand of magic.  I told her to
suck my cock, make me blow my load in her fucking face.  I called her every
dirty name I could think of.  It only seemed to make my cock gain new
heights in pleasure and I wasn't about to wish for an end to her
ministrations.
   They say all good things come to an end.  Well I guess they're right but
I felt her mouth squeeze every drop out of my cock and roll it over her
tongue before she swallowed my entire load.  I know that I had never come
so intensely before in my entire life.  As I was pumping my load into her
mouth, I thought that she was sucking my life force out with my load.  I
thought they would find my lifeless body with my balls inside out and my
face in a perpetual smile.  Well, good people, Jessica continued to suck me
off as my dick shrank in her mouth.  I didn't think she would stop so I
lifted her up so that we were looking into each other's eyes.  She had this
really serious look on her face.  I just leaned in to her and kissed her.
I've always felt that if a girl is woman enough to swallow my load, I can
be man enough to kiss her afterwards.  I did just that.  I kissed her as
deeply as any woman that I've ever kissed and deeper than most.  While I
was kissing her, she started to moan lightly.
   I took this as a message and began massaging her right tit.  I was doing
something right, her moans became deeper.  While we were kissing and I was
massaging her tit with my left hand, I used my right to undo her belt and
then her jeans.  Before her jeans slid down her legs I spun her around so
that she was leaning on my bike.  I slid down her body so that I could free
her legs from the damp jeans.  When they were completely off, I picked her
up and sat her on the seat.  She was now ab but firm with a pronounced dimple in each. The woman was in

good shape for her size. My peter was firm and ready as she rolled onto the bed and raised her

knees to me invitingly.  A forest of reddish curls parted to reveal full warm lips welcoming me

eagerly into the lush feminine body.</P>



<P>"Ah yes." She breathed as I entered and slowly slid completely in. "This is what I need - give it to

me good. That's it - that's it." Five minutes later I surrendered to her demands and unloaded a full

charge into her warm moist interior. </P>



<P>As we lay recovering our breaths, Emjay gave me an impish grin. "I know you and Jeannie have a

steady thing going with Laura and Malcolm. That's just beautiful and I hope Tom and I might find

a similar special relationship with another couple - maybe Ted and Jessie - but you'd better count

on sharing a few more special moments like this with me or I'll pad your dentist bill."</P>



<P>"Well I can't afford that." I kissed both her nipples.</P>



<P>We showered together before getting dressed and peeking into the living room. Tom was on his

back on the floor with a pillow under his butt. Jessie was astraddle, riding him like a jockey. Both were buff naked. As we

watched, Jessie paused, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide as tremors shook her body.

Emjay slipped her hand inside my pants to fondle the remains of my peter. "Next time I'll try

that."</P>



<P>We tiptoed back to the den where we smooched until Tom and Jessie got dressed. Ted and

Jeannie took a little longer but we were still only a few minutes late to our nine o'clock dinner

reservations. The meal was exceptionally good although service was a bit slow, not unusual for a

new restaurant, but we were in no hurry so enjoyed the evening. It was almost eleven when Ted

suggested we repair to their house for a nightcap. When we all got there, Ted got out a bottle of

brandy and a set of snifters but Emjay boldly took the bottle from him and put it on an end table. </P>



<P>"Drinks after all introductions have been completed." She proclaimed as she put her arms around

him. "No woman who has screwed my husband will long have a husband unscrewed by me." </P>



<P>We all laughed as the couple disappeared in the direction of a bedroom.</P>



<P>"I subscribe to that philosophy too." Jeannie announced as she took Tom by the hand and led him

off to the other spare room. Jeannie knows all the bedrooms in Jessie's house.</P>



<P>That left me with Jessie but we both are also acquainted with all the bedrooms in the house so we

had no trouble finding our way to Jessie's personal queen size bed.</P>

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