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Subject: STORY: Gentle Introductions: Ken & Raven

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Gentle Introductions:
Ken & Raven

Raven and I knew each other since way back when, when we were in high school. We had met each other in science class, during the first week of our Freshman year. While I admired her breathtaking beauty - her name, if you really thought about it, said it all - I never had the guts to approach her romantically.

Over time, Raven had told me all about her - her vital measurements, her interests, and her life - that which I did not already know about by having known her for the last several years. She was just about my height, well exercised, and well endowed from her chest to her head (and down to her feet, for that matter). She always dressed flashy, and though not overdoing it, she was flashy. Raven was as regal as a woman could be, in looks, intellegence, personality, and even status. When she turned 16, her father thought nothing of giving her the car of her choice.
And instead of a jet-black Camaro, which I figured would fit her well, she bought a luxury car - a Lexus. Actually, the sporty look didn't fit her as well as the yuppy luxury look. She was too sophisticated for the sporty woman, yet too down to earth to want a Lincoln. And her parents blew off more money in a trip to Las Vegas, than what it would take to buy a whole car lot, much less a Lincoln Continental with all the bells and whistles that could fit on it.
A black Lexus fit just fine with her personality, and her jet black hair.

Raven was not the type of sexy woman who worked at the sperm bank collecting donations. And I wasn't the type who worked at the sperm bank as a regular donor, either. I liked that about her, and somehow, it altered my life as well, detouring me from the heavy sex life I was headed towards, as I tried to mimic her sophistication. Also, I liked being able to say that while I held her to such standards, I, too, followed them as well. Consistency and fairness - I came crave it, thanks to her.
And oh, what a dancer she was. That was something I could not mimic. It could make a man irreversibly hard in the pants, to watch her dance to some Top-40 music. Every twist and turn of her luscious body, conveyed a sexual message too savage for the greatest stud to bear, yet too sophisticated for even the most suave male in the world, to measure up to. One would have to go into ceremony, to make love to a mind and body like that, and guaranteed, if anyone wanted that body, they would have to accept her mind as well; the two remained inseparable in her total-package sexual appeal. It seemed no surprise whatsoever that she took strongly to progressive and new age music. Though the latter could put her to sleep at times, it also inspired her imagination, and she liked that above everything else.
Raven seemed to be one of those dream women that fell from Heaven, only once in a century. The mold she had been made from, had to have been broken, and if another Raven came after her, it would be from a brand new mold, made with painstakingly meticulous care and precision, so as to purposefully produce a Divine masterpiece. Raven was the kind of woman that, quite often, I could hardly take my eyes off of. She was the ultimate living expression of art, in motion.
And only a man from a similar mold, I figured, would attract her love. I was, in my eyes, nothing close to that. I wondered how she, the eighth wonder of the world, thought of that simple guy she'd met in the 9th grade, a simple guy with a name as simple as Ken..

Eventually, she received one of her parents' many homes, one that they had been renting out previously. From there, she studied in college, where her sophistication remained mostly unaffected, though the sheer difficulty of the classes wore hard on her at times. Like me, she was no Einstein, but her maturity and logical stability, made up for whatever technical stuff she couldn't instantly pick up. And we did well.

"It's funny, Ken" Raven said while we sat across from each other in the cafeteria, absent-mindedly running a finger across the rim of her soda can, "how you and I seem to be so similar, nowadays."
"Really?" I replied, shocked by her words.
"Really." she said, bringing her eyes to level with mine. "I thought for a long time that I would become spaced-out, stuck-up, and fed-up with this narrow-minded world in general. With you around, I feel, it's helped me not become like that."
"Wow." I sucked in my breath deeply, breathing slowly, awaiting her words.
"You're so intellegent," she added, smiling and then looking away, "and yet so.. earthly. I've seen you when you want to be sophisticated, and boy, you've taken the cake. I think you got it from being around my family and me. But.. to have become such a wonderful man, you had to have a lot of it in you already."
Even her voice was beautiful.
"Holy--- shit, who the hell is that?!" someone cried, laughing.
We looked up.
One of the big, gorilla-sized college students, probably on the football team, had just entered the cafeteria, with his friends. We were right next to the entrance, and Raven was facing the doorway. She had let her hair down for the day, indicating her usual, relaxed mood, and was wearing a low-cut, v-neck blouse and ankle-length, skintight dress. All black.
"Shut up, man!" another said quietly, shoving him along. "You'll make us all look like dumb-fucks with your loud-ass mouth.."
As they walked by us, the first replied, "But man, that girl's finer than a *motherfucker* -"
"I know, dude, but that dude.." Their words trailed off, becoming inaudible, as they got further away from us. We ignored them, but deep inside, I could not help but feel proud to be one of the few and the proud: one that Raven really and truly called a friend. No - she'd called me her *best* friend, over a year ago.
While I pondered our relationship again, Raven reached across and took my Stetson off. Then, she put it on her head. "How do I look, Ken?"
It clashed.
I looked down and tried to stifle a laugh. Then, I looked up and replied, like some fashion critic from Italy or something, "Raven, madame, it conveys a tomboy image which is contradictory to the sophisticated, yet relaxed, ladylike image conveyed by the rest of your attire.."
"Aw, get lost!" she laughed, taking the Stetson off. She put it on my head gently, then playfully pulled it down slightly, blocking my vision.
As I readjusted my hat, she said, "You and your million dollar vernacular.. See, you *have* become almost like me!"
"Well.." I stammered, laughing at the same time.
"Hey." she cut me off with her gentle voice. "I like you the way you are, Ken. I love your intellegence, your wit and sense of humor, but I need someone like you, to keep my feet on the ground. If you become all sophisticated like me, I will start to think I'm better than everyone else, and you won't be far behind me. You're so intellegent, yet so simplistic, that with all the money and sophistication that I've grown up with... you know... I like a little variety in my life."
My mouth fell open somewhere during her little speech. *Raven, I really and truly am hopelessly in love with you...*
"Ken?" she cocked her head to one side. I didn't notice her move, until I felt her finger underneath my clean-shaven chin, pushing my mouth shut. "Earth to Ken?"
"Oh!" I gasped, snapping out of my trance. That was the first time I'd ever drifted into oblivion, untethered, in front of her, where she could notice it. Now, I had slipped and slipped good. "I'm sorry, Raven... I just... I - I - I'm sorry -"
"It's no problem." Raven smiled, looking down. I tried hard not to look down - it meant staring at or near her breasts, and much of her cleavage was open, leaving just enough to the imagination. "Ken, I've been thinking..."
I couldn't say a word, not even a simple, *About what?*
"I think I love you."
My mouth flew wide open again. I gasped, and began sweating heavily. I swallowed heavily, and turned away.
"Oh, Ken, you're blushing." she called, causing me to snap back, staring her in the eyes. "You're turning red!"
"Uh, w-well, I -" I stammered.
I knew that she had just exposed a very intimate feeling, to me. Only one course of action remained as the consistently best option: reciprocate. Just jump for it.
"Raven..." I said, taking a deep breath, "I've been in love with you for years."
With that, she sighed with relief. "Oh, Ken, I'm so sorry. I don't think I love you. It was such a stupid thing to say."
One side of me roared with anger. *Gypped! Damn, women fluctuate like the damned stock market!*
The other side of me said, *Steady as she goes, Ken. Wait for her to finish.*
"I *know* I love you." she added. "I am absolutely sure of that."
I breathed deeply, in and out, for the first time since we had first sat down. "Raven..."
The table was too broad for us to lean across and kiss politely.
So, without a word, she got up and walked around to take the seat next to me. "We need to seal this with a kiss," she said as she sat down.
She cupped my face in her soft hands, drew my face towards hers, and with her thumbs, gently urged my mouth open. Her lips met mine, and I felt her warm tongue shoot in, seeking and finding mine. My heart beat until I thought it would beat its way free of my chest, as she swirled her tongue in my mouth, inviting my tongue into hers as well. It felt so good that I wanted it to last forever. When she closed her eyes, so did I, and then, I felt myself drifting into my mind's version of paradise.
When she judged that I was running out of breath, unbeknownst to me, she pulled back. She breathed easily, while I suddenly gasped, and shivered in my seat. The raw energy she exuded in her everyday life, was no indication whatsoever of how good Raven could kiss.
At that moment, I figured that nothing on Earth could have prepared me for Raven's kiss. I just swayed for a moment, holding onto the emotions and mental images I'd experienced while kissing her.
Then, I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had her hands on her thighs, and was still breathing deeply. "Thank you, Ken."
"Thank *you*, Raven." I replied almost desperately. Gently, I cupped her delicate face, drew her close to me, and kissed her back.
When we disengaged, we realized that there were several people looking at us. One of my friends, which I did not notice until then, just gaped at me, shaking his head. Right then, I realized that there were probably more billionaires in the world, than there were men lucky enough to find the kind of love that Raven could give.
And the look in her eyes seemed to say that she felt just as lucky at having found me.
She gently reached down and touched the bulge in my pants. With both hands, she quickly adjusted my pants.
"There you go," she said, staring me in the eyes. "Just making it so that when you walk, they won't see your soldier saluting the world..."
I looked down. "Thanks..."
"Meet me after my last class." she told me. Looking at her watch, she said, "It's time for me to go for now."
With that, she left.
Much of the rest of the cafeteria began staring at me. I could hear people talking about Raven and me, all over the place. In a flash, four of my friends were upon me, hooting and cheering, celebrating my having made the ultimate catch of all time.
"Whoo----eey! Damn, Ken, you struck it HELLA RICH!"
"A Raven in the hand..." one said.
"..ain't worth shit compared to when you get a Raven down in that bush..." the other finished, as they both slapped high-fives.
"Hey, Ken, man, get this shit on tape, dude. This is gonna be worth millions!"
"Aw, for crying out loud, guys!" I shouted. "Cut it out! You know it's not like that between Raven and I -"
"Ain't nothin' gonna be between Raven and you!"
"You're gonna need an ambulace, Ken - Raven's gonna wear your ass out like tires on a drag racer!"
"You need a tagteam partner to tag you out when you can't hang no more?"
"Reinforce that bed, man -"
"Get lost!" I roared, jumping to my feet. Immediately, I got up and left. *Pearls to the swine...*

The way Raven fixed my pants with that single, magic touch, must have been sheer genius. Throughout my entire next class, my erection stayed at full strength, and grew even harder. It was as if my libido had just gone to Defcon Zero. When I thought of making love to Raven, my penis seemed to reply, "Prepare for Armageddon." My heart raced the whole time, and I was breaking out in a constant sweat.

Finally, I met her at her car. Raven wore no makeup; if she had, it would have run down her face, as she, too, was wiping her face with a handkerchief, in mild weather where, besides the grossly obese, no one needed to sweat.
"Ready?" she said. Her throat was dry, and it came out in her voice. I produced a cherry soda - her favorite. "Thanks," she said relaxedly.
"I'm as ready as I ever will be." I replied, half out of fear, as the door unlocked on my side.

"You understand, of course," I announced as she drove home, "that I am assuming that our agenda includes making love?"
Raven smiled and looked towards me. Gently, she took one hand off of the wheel, and pulled one side of her blouse, off of her shoulder, easing it down until she nearly exposed her right breast.
She paused for a moment, breathed deep, and then pulled it all the way down, taking her right bra cup with it. Summoning all her courage, she exposed her right breast, to me. "Does that answer your question, Ken?" she replied, her voice husky with lust. "I believe it's obvious."
Her breast was bigger than I thought. It was just right for her figure, and it bounced beautifully as it came free of her blouse and bra, showing its perfect fullness. Her nipple was light brown in color.
Without covering herself back up, she put her hand back on the wheel, and drove. She tried to act as if exposing a breast was natural, but the strain showed on her face. She was doing it for me, but she was also ripping away at all of her sexual restraints, denying that they even existed, so as to send a message that she figured I'd like to receive.
And gently, I pulled her bra and blouse up, covering her breast.
"Do you want this, Raven?" I asked with concern. "Are you sure?"
It was all she could do to avoid pulling over, right there. She nearly made an instant lane change to the right, but then reconsidered. She took a quick, deep breath, and turned to me.
"Ken," she replied forcefully, "all I want to do right now, is pull over and DO you. The issue is, how badly do *you* want it?"
I reached towards her crotch.
"NO!" she screamed. "I'll crash, Ken."
*You don't know, Raven.* I thought to myself. *You just don't know. But you'll find out. I promise, you'll find out.*

Her house was empty. Her parents had been over for the night before, but by the time we got there that evening, they had returned to their own home.
We entered her richly decorated home, and went straight to her bedroom, without a word. It seemed as if we were going in sans our very genitals, much less the desire for sex that was boiling within us.
But the moment she closed the door to her bedroom, we rushed into each other's arms, and kissed. I caressed her shapely body through her clothes, as our tongues entangled. More than once, I moved my hand between her legs, only to find her legs closed tight, preventing access.
Finally, she made us disengage.
"Ken, if you want to touch me between my legs right now, fine. I'm ready to come right now, and I will if you play with my cunt. I'd just rather you'd send me into ecstasy more directly. Please."
*Translation: "Ken, I want to come with your tongue-work, not your hand-work."*
"Sure." I replied with a smile.
She slowly undressed me, unwrapping my well-built body, caressing my exposed parts as she went.
Then, I pulled her blouse up over her head, and pulled her skirt down, leaving her in her bra and panties. There was a growing wet spot in the front of her panties, which meant that it was advisable to remove them immediately.
I pulled them down, not yet eyeing her cunt.
Then, she pulled down my underpants, seemingly not eyeing my raging, erect cock, as she did so, and afterwards, she took off her bra. But she left her stockings and garter belt on, and somehow, I knew not to mess with that.
Her breasts jutted out beautifully, heaving as she breathed.
I wondered right then that if she did not look like an angel with a full-powered halo, no one could. And she was hotter than a star.
I stepped forward finally, and laid her gently on the soft, silky sheets of her bed. Laying beside her, I kissed her passionately, while fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She gently twisted and turned in the bed, squirming with pleasure. When I released her lips from our kiss, her mouth flew open and she cried softly with pleasure.
I kissed her neck, her shoulder, and several places above her breasts. Then, I kissed the upper part of her breasts, and finally, came to her beautiful nipples.
I took one stiff nipple between my lips, pleasing it with my tongue, then sucking it gently. She held my head to her breast, stroking it gently, as she enjoyed my breast work. I went from one nipple to the other as she squirmed and moaned, almost singing her pleasure to me.
"Ken, oh Ken.."
Her voice nearly hypnotized me.
I looked up at her pleasure-filled eyes. Suddenly, I saw a fierce lust in her eyes. It was one of the nature that a trapped man might see in the eyes of a hungry tiger. Her breaths came irregularly, but more often than not, they were deep breaths. "Damn, Ken, I feel so hot..."
My libido jumped one more level.
I then laid her flat on her back, and began kissing and licking the valley between her succulent breasts, before traveling downwards. I kissed her stomach, caressed her abdomen, and licked her navel, before going down between her legs.
She spread her legs, and put her knees up, holding them apart with her hands.
"Just a moment, Raven, baby." I said to her. I took a deep whiff of the scent of her aroused cunt, and that, in and of itself, sent my libido even higher. I put her legs up into the air, and began kissing her from her ankles, all the way up the inside of her legs, to her thighs. I studied her glorious cunt, which was getting wetter and wetter.
When I got between her warm thighs, she wrapped her legs around my shoulders, and pulled me down towards her crotch. "Make it happen, Ken," she moaned softly, "make it happen, baby."
Finally, as she took hold of her breasts, I pushed my mouth against her crotch, and pushed my tongue into her moist slit. Instantly, I marveled at the taste of her wetness, and as I licked up and down her slit, sucking her cunt lips, licking around her clitoris, I admitted to myself that Raven was perfect in every way. Her personality, intellegence, sophistication; her moans of pleasure, the way she fondled her breasts, and the taste of her hot sex, were all perfect. I buried my face in her crotch, enjoying the warmth of her thighs, as I acted out my amazement, by sucking her off as well and as long as I could. I enjoyed each and every exotic move of her hips, as I cradled her rear end in my hands, stroking the cheeks of her rear end as I stroked her cunt with my tongue.
It took Raven a while to come, but finally, it was upon her.
"Ohhhh, Ken," she groaned lustily, "it's gonna happen, baby. Oh, thank you, honey."
Without a word, I continued to suck and lap away at her delicious cunt.
"I'm going to come for you, Ken." she said calmly, the savage lust suddenly gone from her voice. Her legs had relaxed around me. "Just keep working me..."
I was slightly alarmed at her sudden calmness. Just then, I realized that she was just entering the eye of her storm of paradise - the calm just before the hurricane.
"Keep working me, Ken." she urged. "Mmmm, that's perfect..."
I kept licking and working her clit and slit, sucking her off royally, until I felt her breathing hard again. Her hard breaths gave way to soft cries of pleasure, as her legs tightened around me. I could feel her vaginal muscles sucking tightly on my tongue as it probed into her, and then she began crying out loudly.
"KEN!" she cried. "Oh, I'm coming!"
Raven's hips bucked wildly as her pussy grew incredibly wet. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue wildly on her clit.
Raven roared with lust as her hips bucked straight up. As she held her hips there, I felt something splashing against the inside of my mouth. She let out a loud, relieved, "Ahhhhh!" as she orgasmed repeatedly, though not as spectacularly as that first joyful contraction.
I swallowed the tiny pool she'd deposited in my mouth. Then, I licked her through the rest of her orgasm, as her contractions hit her at full strength, nearly wearing her vocal cords hoarse as she cried, hurtling helplessly through a paradise of sexual rapture. I kept licking and lapping, as her orgasm reached its peak, and then began to weaken. Her hips bucked with less and less strength, but I did not let go of her. Rather than let her crash to Earth from her sky-high orgasm, I licked her cunt so that the pleasure would keep coming, making her trip down, a little slower and a little easier on her.
She gasped with exhaustion as I stayed between her legs for a few moments after she had finished coming. When she sighed heavily, I pulled back, and moved up over her.
"Holy shit." she gasped, holding my cheeks. "Your face is wet. Oh, Ken..."
"It was great." I replied. "Raven, you're the ultimate..."
She relaxed and laid back, still wiping her wetness off my cheeks. "Now, I suppose you'll fill me 'till I explode with semen..."
"Nope." I replied. I moved off of her, and pulled out a condom out of the back pocket of my pants. "Madame, since it is highly likely that I'll be able to sire an army tonight..."
"Oh, Ken." she smiled as I sat next to her and proceeded to work the condom onto my penis. "Let me do that."
She gently stretched the condom's opening, and slid it slowly down my shaft, making sure not to stimulate me into shooting my load accidentally.
She kissed me passionately, afterwards. "You really care. Mmmm... let's see if it'll feel good on you..."
We kissed slowly and passionately, as she laid on her back. I moved up on top of her, as she spread her cunt lips and her still-quivering legs, and pushed the head of my penis, to her entrance. Then, I pushed in.
It took more than one thrust to bury my shaft completely in her, but I cared about making sure it didn't hurt her, so I took my time. Finally, I was able to fill her, and she celebrated with a long sigh of pleasure.
We thrust slowly, as I propped myself up over her, often coming down low enough to kiss her while I made slowly and gentle love to her. She raised her hips to meet mine, and eventually, I wrapped my arms tightly around her, pulling our bodies up together and personal, as I filled her with a love that, as we understood silently, neither of us had ever experienced before.
Our moans were quiet, but our passion too intense for words. I thrust slowly but deeply, and she milked me gently, trying to make it last. I came out of her quite often, to stroke her clit with my penis, before thrusting back inside of her. The pleasure of it, made her cry out even more. Each time I thrust into her, I kissed her, showing her how much I appreciated the love we were gently and caringly making to each other. Occasionally, I would increase the tempo, and prop myself up over her, just to watch her breasts quiver, her body rock, with the force. She sucked in her lower lip during those times, and enjoyed being worked just a little harder than normal. Then, I sucked one breast while she worked the other, and we alternated.
The feeling of her vagina engulfing my penis, was a pleasure beyond words. She gripped me tightly in her muscles, and stroked downwards into her depths, insuring that by the end of her vaginal muscles' instroke, I was completely buried inside her. And there was something about feeling her nipples rubbing against me, that provided that extra turn-on, forcing me to find a position by which I could suck her breasts.
"I love you, Raven." I said more than once.
"I love you, Ken." she would murmur into my ear.
Finally, she added, "Come in me, Ken."
I'd been propped up over her for the moment when she said that. Then, I laid down on her and pulled her tight.
"I will." I replied, kissing her. "I promise."
"Now, baby." she coaxed me gently, as we rocked slowly, back and forth, in each other's arms. "Do me a little harder; I want to feel you explode inside me."
As we rocked a little faster, our bodies rubbing together, moaning with more intensity, she added, "Would you like to stop and take the rubber off? I want to feel it all when you explode."
I felt the fluttering in my abdomen, and the tightening in my scrotum, that indicated I was on the fast, downhill ride towards a climax.
"No, Raven," I moaned. "I feel too loaded..."
I realized that she was saying this out of an arousal too great for her senses to overcome any longer. It was a miracle that either of us could even think coherently, any longer, as I pulled out of her and began thrusting against her clit, again. Then, I pushed back into her, her cunt lips closing and molding around me, as if to say, "Welcome home."
"OohhhOHHHH, Ken..."
"Raven, Raven, Raven, Raven..."
Then, I propped myself up over her again. "Raven, honey. Look."
She looked at her crotch, as I thrust in and out of her. I watched her as she smiled sheepishly, fondling her breasts as she watched my magnificent penis withdraw halfway, and then totally disappear inside of her. I, too, was temporarily mesmerized by the beauty of my penis sliding in and out of her...
"Ken." she said, looking up at me. "Come. Please."
"Okay, Raven." I replied. I laid down against her body, and held her tight, pushing myself deep into her.
With that, she began to milk me even harder. I felt a sudden sense of helplessness, as I felt my semen rising up my shaft. I breathed unevenly, in shorter and shorter breaths, like a man drowning in the ocean; I felt vulnerable and helpless as I stroked her harder and faster, plunging myself into the orgasm awaiting me.
"Raven..." I gasped. "Oh, Raven!"
"Give it to me."
I could tell that her face wanted to contort, reflecting the pleasure raging within her. The glassy look in her eyes, indicated that we'd set off a thermonuclear explosion inside her, that was now rushing up to meet us. For an instant, there was fear in her eyes - then rapture, just before she closed them.
"Yes! RAVEN!"
We pulled together tightly, as my penis expanded inside her contracting vagina, urged over the edge by her calm words. Suddenly, the pressure became unbearable, and I released all of my tension as I surrendered to the force that I knew was my orgasm.
Her eyes bulged and I roared with pleasure as I exploded uncontrollably, inside of her spasming vagina. She screamed and screamed, as she finally let go, orgasming wildly. Her vaginal squeezes made my own spurts come out stronger, straining my condom to the maximum. As I nearly blacked out, screaming helplessly until that sweet, delivering kiss, muffled us both, I thought, *Oh, it's going to break and I can't do anything to save either of us!*
But then my mind forgot about that - as well as my name, her name, and everything else. I could only think about the monstrous orgasm I was having, the spasms that were so strong, I thought I would literally pop the head of my penis off. But the mega-pulses of pleasure were so great that that silly idea disappeared instantly.
Sometime in the seemingly distant future, our orgasm ended, and whatever powers that be, pulled us out of our blissful oblivion, and dropped us back into the real world.

We laid there, exhausted for a moment. Then, I withdrew from her, kissed her again, and got up. She turned, and I could feel her eyes burning into my back, as I went to check hurriedly, on the condom.
Somehow, it had held. It was bulging like a tiny water balloon with all that semen I'd ejaculated into it, but it had held. I sighed with relief, and as I stood over the toilet bowl, proceeded to take it off -
When it finally tore. My semen spilled into the toilet bowl.
I felt Raven's hands on my shoulder as she giggled.
"One more good stroke of love in my hot pussy," she laughed, "and whooooo..."
"I know." I gasped, as I cleaned myself off. "I know..."
I realized right then that with Raven, her beauty as a person, was rivaled only by the extremely good luck that came packaged with her. But the next time, I vowed, I'd use two.
"You know, of course," I said to her, "that I love you more than words could say."
"Your actions speak loud and eloquently enough." she smiled. "But I'm sorry - you can't love me as much as I love you."
Right then, we turned and kissed.

The End

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Gentle Introductions:
Ken & Raven

Raven and I knew each other since way back when, when we were in high school. We had met each other in science class, during the first week of our Freshman year. While I admired her breathtaking beauty - her name, if you really thought about it, said it all - I never had the guts to approach her romantically.

Over time, Raven had told me all about her - her vital measurements, her interests, and her life - that which I did not already know about by having known her for the last several years. She was just about my height, well exercised, and well endowed from her chest to her head (and down to her feet, for that matter). She always dressed flashy, and though not overdoing it, she was flashy. Raven was as regal as a woman could be, in looks, intellegence, personality, and even status. When she turned 16, her father thought nothing of giving her the car of her choice.
And instead of a jet-black Camaro, which I figured would fit her well, she bought a luxury car - a Lexus. Actually, the sporty look didn't fit her as well as the yuppy luxury look. She was too sophisticated for the sporty woman, yet too down to earth to want a Lincoln. And her parents blew off more money in a trip to Las Vegas, than what it would take to buy a whole car lot, much less a Lincoln Continental with all the bells and whistles that could fit on it.
A black Lexus fit just fine with her personality, and her jet black hair.

Raven was not the type of sexy woman who worked at the sperm bank collecting donations. And I wasn't the type who worked at the sperm bank as a regular donor, either. I liked that about her, and somehow, it altered my life as well, detouring me from the heavy sex life I was headed towards, as I tried to mimic her sophistication. Also, I liked being able to say that while I held her to such standards, I, too, followed them as well. Consistency and fairness - I came crave it, thanks to her.
And oh, what a dancer she was. That was something I could not mimic. It could make a man irreversibly hard in the pants, to watch her dance to some Top-40 music. Every twist and turn of her luscious body, conveyed a sexual message too savage for the greatest stud to bear, yet too sophisticated for even the most suave male in the world, to measure up to. One would have to go into ceremony, to make love to a mind and body like that, and guaranteed, if anyone wanted that body, they would have to accept her mind as well; the two remained inseparable in her total-package sexual appeal. It seemed no surprise whatsoever that she took strongly to progressive and new age music. Though the latter could put her to sleep at times, it also inspired her imagination, and she liked that above everything else.
Raven seemed to be one of those dream women that fell from Heaven, only once in a century. The mold she had been made from, had to have been broken, and if another Raven came after her, it would be from a brand new mold, made with painstakingly meticulous care and precision, so as to purposefully produce a Divine masterpiece. Raven was the kind of woman that, quite often, I could hardly take my eyes off of. She was the ultimate living expression of art, in motion.
And only a man from a similar mold, I figured, would attract her love. I was, in my eyes, nothing close to that. I wondered how she, the eighth wonder of the world, thought of that simple guy she'd met in the 9th grade, a simple guy with a name as simple as Ken..

Eventually, she received one of her parents' many homes, one that they had been renting out previously. From there, she studied in college, where her sophistication remained mostly unaffected, though the sheer difficulty of the classes wore hard on her at times. Like me, she was no Einstein, but her maturity and logical stability, made up for whatever technical stuff she couldn't instantly pick up. And we did well.

"It's funny, Ken" Raven said while we sat across from each other in the cafeteria, absent-mindedly running a finger across the rim of her soda can, "how you and I seem to be so similar, nowadays."
"Really?" I replied, shocked by her words.
"Really." she said, bringing her eyes to level with mine. "I thought for a long time that I would become spaced-out, stuck-up, and fed-up with this narrow-minded world in general. With you around, I feel, it's helped me not become like that."
"Wow." I sucked in my breath deeply, breathing slowly, awaiting her words.
"You're so intellegent," she added, smiling and then looking away, "and yet so.. earthly. I've seen you when you want to be sophisticated, and boy, you've taken the cake. I think you got it from being around my family and me. But.. to have become such a wonderful man, you had to have a lot of it in you already."
Even her voice was beautiful.
"Holy--- shit, who the hell is that?!" someone cried, laughing.
We looked up.
One of the big, gorilla-sized college students, probably on the football team, had just entered the cafeteria, with his friends. We were right next to the entrance, and Raven was facing the doorway. She had let her hair down for the day, indicating her usual, relaxed mood, and was wearing a low-cut, v-neck blouse and ankle-length, skintight dress. All black.
"Shut up, man!" another said quietly, shoving him along. "You'll make us all look like dumb-fucks with your loud-ass mouth.."
As they walked by us, the first replied, "But man, that girl's finer than a *motherfucker* -"
"I know, dude, but that dude.." Their words trailed off, becoming inaudible, as they got further away from us. We ignored them, but deep inside, I could not help but feel proud to be one of the few and the proud: one that Raven really and truly called a friend. No - she'd called me her *best* friend, over a year ago.
While I pondered our relationship again, Raven reached across and took my Stetson off. Then, she put it on her head. "How do I look, Ken?"
It clashed.
I looked down and tried to stifle a laugh. Then, I looked up and replied, like some fashion critic from Italy or something, "Raven, madame, it conveys a tomboy image which is contradictory to the sophisticated, yet relaxed, ladylike image conveyed by the rest of your attire.."
"Aw, get lost!" she laughed, taking the Stetson off. She put it on my head gently, then playfully pulled it down slightly, blocking my vision.
As I readjusted my hat, she said, "You and your million dollar vernacular.. See, you *have* become almost like me!"
"Well.." I stammered, laughing at the same time.
"Hey." she cut me off with her gentle voice. "I like you the way you are, Ken. I love your intellegence, your wit and sense of humor, but I need someone like you, to keep my feet on the ground. If you become all sophisticated like me, I will start to think I'm better than everyone else, and you won't be far behind me. You're so intellegent, yet so simplistic, that with all the money and sophistication that I've grown up with... you know... I like a little variety in my life."
My mouth fell open somewhere during her little speech. *Raven, I really and truly am hopelessly in love with you...*
"Ken?" she cocked her head to one side. I didn't notice her move, until I felt her finger underneath my clean-shaven chin, pushing my mouth shut. "Earth to Ken?"
"Oh!" I gasped, snapping out of my trance. That was the first time I'd ever drifted into oblivion, untethered, in front of her, where she could notice it. Now, I had slipped and slipped good. "I'm sorry, Raven... I just... I - I - I'm sorry -"
"It's no problem." Raven smiled, looking down. I tried hard not to look down - it meant staring at or near her breasts, and much of her cleavage was open, leaving just enough to the imagination. "Ken, I've been thinking..."
I couldn't say a word, not even a simple, *About what?*
"I think I love you."
My mouth flew wide open again. I gasped, and began sweating heavily. I swallowed heavily, and turned away.
"Oh, Ken, you're blushing." she called, causing me to snap back, staring her in the eyes. "You're turning red!"
"Uh, w-well, I -" I stammered.
I knew that she had just exposed a very intimate feeling, to me. Only one course of action remained as the consistently best option: reciprocate. Just jump for it.
"Raven..." I said, taking a deep breath, "I've been in love with you for years."
With that, she sighed with relief. "Oh, Ken, I'm so sorry. I don't think I love you. It was such a stupid thing to say."
One side of me roared with anger. *Gypped! Damn, women fluctuate like the damned stock market!*
The other side of me said, *Steady as she goes, Ken. Wait for her to finish.*
"I *know* I love you." she added. "I am absolutely sure of that."
I breathed deeply, in and out, for the first time since we had first sat down. "Raven..."
The table was too broad for us to lean across and kiss politely.
So, without a word, she got up and walked around to take the seat next to me. "We need to seal this with a kiss," she said as she sat down.
She cupped my face in her soft hands, drew my face towards hers, and with her thumbs, gently urged my mouth open. Her lips met mine, and I felt her warm tongue shoot in, seeking and finding mine. My heart beat until I thought it would beat its way free of my chest, as she swirled her tongue in my mouth, inviting my tongue into hers as well. It felt so good that I wanted it to last forever. When she closed her eyes, so did I, and then, I felt myself drifting into my mind's version of paradise.
When she judged that I was running out of breath, unbeknownst to me, she pulled back. She breathed easily, while I suddenly gasped, and shivered in my seat. The raw energy she exuded in her everyday life, was no indication whatsoever of how good Raven could kiss.
At that moment, I figured that nothing on Earth could have prepared me for Raven's kiss. I just swayed for a moment, holding onto the emotions and mental images I'd experienced while kissing her.
Then, I opened my eyes and looked at her. She had her hands on her thighs, and was still breathing deeply. "Thank you, Ken."
"Thank *you*, Raven." I replied almost desperately. Gently, I cupped her delicate face, drew her close to me, and kissed her back.
When we disengaged, we realized that there were several people looking at us. One of my friends, which I did not notice until then, just gaped at me, shaking his head. Right then, I realized that there were probably more billionaires in the world, than there were men lucky enough to find the kind of love that Raven could give.
And the look in her eyes seemed to say that she felt just as lucky at having found me.
She gently reached down and touched the bulge in my pants. With both hands, she quickly adjusted my pants.
"There you go," she said, staring me in the eyes. "Just making it so that when you walk, they won't see your soldier saluting the world..."
I looked down. "Thanks..."
"Meet me after my last class." she told me. Looking at her watch, she said, "It's time for me to go for now."
With that, she left.
Much of the rest of the cafeteria began staring at me. I could hear people talking about Raven and me, all over the place. In a flash, four of my friends were upon me, hooting and cheering, celebrating my having made the ultimate catch of all time.
"Whoo----eey! Damn, Ken, you struck it HELLA RICH!"
"A Raven in the hand..." one said.
"..ain't worth shit compared to when you get a Raven down in that bush..." the other finished, as they both slapped high-fives.
"Hey, Ken, man, get this shit on tape, dude. This is gonna be worth millions!"
"Aw, for crying out loud, guys!" I shouted. "Cut it out! You know it's not like that between Raven and I -"
"Ain't nothin' gonna be between Raven and you!"
"You're gonna need an ambulace, Ken - Raven's gonna wear your ass out like tires on a drag racer!"
"You need a tagteam partner to tag you out when you can't hang no more?"
"Reinforce that bed, man -"
"Get lost!" I roared, jumping to my feet. Immediately, I got up and left. *Pearls to the swine...*

The way Raven fixed my pants with that single, magic touch, must have been sheer genius. Throughout my entire next class, my erection stayed at full strength, and grew even harder. It was as if my libido had just gone to Defcon Zero. When I thought of making love to Raven, my penis seemed to reply, "Prepare for Armageddon." My heart raced the whole time, and I was breaking out in a constant sweat.

Finally, I met her at her car. Raven wore no makeup; if she had, it would have run down her face, as she, too, was wiping her face with a handkerchief, in mild weather where, besides the grossly obese, no one needed to sweat.
"Ready?" she said. Her throat was dry, and it came out in her voice. I produced a cherry soda - her favorite. "Thanks," she said relaxedly.
"I'm as ready as I ever will be." I replied, half out of fear, as the door unlocked on my side.

"You understand, of course," I announced as she drove home, "that I am assuming that our agenda includes making love?"
Raven smiled and looked towards me. Gently, she took one hand off of the wheel, and pulled one side of her blouse, off of her shoulder, easing it down until she nearly exposed her right breast.
She paused for a moment, breathed deep, and then pulled it all the way down, taking her right bra cup with it. Summoning all her courage, she exposed her right breast, to me. "Does that answer your question, Ken?" she replied, her voice husky with lust. "I believe it's obvious."
Her breast was bigger than I thought. It was just right for her figure, and it bounced beautifully as it came free of her blouse and bra, showing its perfect fullness. Her nipple was light brown in color.
Without covering herself back up, she put her hand back on the wheel, and drove. She tried to act as if exposing a breast was natural, but the strain showed on her face. She was doing it for me, but she was also ripping away at all of her sexual restraints, denying that they even existed, so as to send a message that she figured I'd like to receive.
And gently, I pulled her bra and blouse up, covering her breast.
"Do you want this, Raven?" I asked with concern. "Are you sure?"
It was all she could do to avoid pulling over, right there. She nearly made an instant lane change to the right, but then reconsidered. She took a quick, deep breath, and turned to me.
"Ken," she replied forcefully, "all I want to do right now, is pull over and DO you. The issue is, how badly do *you* want it?"
I reached towards her crotch.
"NO!" she screamed. "I'll crash, Ken."
*You don't know, Raven.* I thought to myself. *You just don't know. But you'll find out. I promise, you'll find out.*

Her house was empty. Her parents had been over for the night before, but by the time we got there that evening, they had returned to their own home.
We entered her richly decorated home, and went straight to her bedroom, without a word. It seemed as if we were going in sans our very genitals, much less the desire for sex that was boiling within us.
But the moment she closed the door to her bedroom, we rushed into each other's arms, and kissed. I caressed her shapely body through her clothes, as our tongues entangled. More than once, I moved my hand between her legs, only to find her legs closed tight, preventing access.
Finally, she made us disengage.
"Ken, if you want to touch me between my legs right now, fine. I'm ready to come right now, and I will if you play with my cunt. I'd just rather you'd send me into ecstasy more directly. Please."
*Translation: "Ken, I want to come with your tongue-work, not your hand-work."*
"Sure." I replied with a smile.
She slowly undressed me, unwrapping my well-built body, caressing my exposed parts as she went.
Then, I pulled her blouse up over her head, and pulled her skirt down, leaving her in her bra and panties. There was a growing wet spot in the front of her panties, which meant that it was advisable to remove them immediately.
I pulled them down, not yet eyeing her cunt.
Then, she pulled down my underpants, seemingly not eyeing my raging, erect cock, as she did so, and afterwards, she took off her bra. But she left her stockings and garter belt on, and somehow, I knew not to mess with that.
Her breasts jutted out beautifully, heaving as she breathed.
I wondered right then that if she did not look like an angel with a full-powered halo, no one could. And she was hotter than a star.
I stepped forward finally, and laid her gently on the soft, silky sheets of her bed. Laying beside her, I kissed her passionately, while fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She gently twisted and turned in the bed, squirming with pleasure. When I released her lips from our kiss, her mouth flew open and she cried softly with pleasure.
I kissed her neck, her shoulder, and several places above her breasts. Then, I kissed the upper part of her breasts, and finally, came to her beautiful nipples.
I took one stiff nipple between my lips, pleasing it with my tongue, then sucking it gently. She held my head to her breast, stroking it gently, as she enjoyed my breast work. I went from one nipple to the other as she squirmed and moaned, almost singing her pleasure to me.
"Ken, oh Ken.."
Her voice nearly hypnotized me.
I looked up at her pleasure-filled eyes. Suddenly, I saw a fierce lust in her eyes. It was one of the nature that a trapped man might see in the eyes of a hungry tiger. Her breaths came irregularly, but more often than not, they were deep breaths. "Damn, Ken, I feel so hot..."
My libido jumped one more level.
I then laid her flat on her back, and began kissing and licking the valley between her succulent breasts, before traveling downwards. I kissed her stomach, caressed her abdomen, and licked her navel, before going down between her legs.
She spread her legs, and put her knees up, holding them apart with her hands.
"Just a moment, Raven, baby." I said to her. I took a deep whiff of the scent of her aroused cunt, and that, in and of itself, sent my libido even higher. I put her legs up into the air, and began kissing her from her ankles, all the way up the inside of her legs, to her thighs. I studied her glorious cunt, which was getting wetter and wetter.
When I got between her warm thighs, she wrapped her legs around my shoulders, and pulled me down towards her crotch. "Make it happen, Ken," she moaned softly, "make it happen, baby."
Finally, as she took hold of her breasts, I pushed my mouth against her crotch, and pushed my tongue into her moist slit. Instantly, I marveled at the taste of her wetness, and as I licked up and down her slit, sucking her cunt lips, licking around her clitoris, I admitted to myself that Raven was perfect in every way. Her personality, intellegence, sophistication; her moans of pleasure, the way she fondled her breasts, and the taste of her hot sex, were all perfect. I buried my face in her crotch, enjoying the warmth of her thighs, as I acted out my amazement, by sucking her off as well and as long as I could. I enjoyed each and every exotic move of her hips, as I cradled her rear end in my hands, stroking the cheeks of her rear end as I stroked her cunt with my tongue.
It took Raven a while to come, but finally, it was upon her.
"Ohhhh, Ken," she groaned lustily, "it's gonna happen, baby. Oh, thank you, honey."
Without a word, I continued to suck and lap away at her delicious cunt.
"I'm going to come for you, Ken." she said calmly, the savage lust suddenly gone from her voice. Her legs had relaxed around me. "Just keep working me..."
I was slightly alarmed at her sudden calmness. Just then, I realized that she was just entering the eye of her storm of paradise - the calm just before the hurricane.
"Keep working me, Ken." she urged. "Mmmm, that's perfect..."
I kept licking and working her clit and slit, sucking her off royally, until I felt her breathing hard again. Her hard breaths gave way to soft cries of pleasure, as her legs tightened around me. I could feel her vaginal muscles sucking tightly on my tongue as it probed into her, and then she began crying out loudly.
"KEN!" she cried. "Oh, I'm coming!"
Raven's hips bucked wildly as her pussy grew incredibly wet. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue wildly on her clit.
Raven roared with lust as her hips bucked straight up. As she held her hips there, I felt something splashing against the inside of my mouth. She let out a loud, relieved, "Ahhhhh!" as she orgasmed repeatedly, though not as spectacularly as that first joyful contraction.
I swallowed the tiny pool she'd deposited in my mouth. Then, I licked her through the rest of her orgasm, as her contractions hit her at full strength, nearly wearing her vocal cords hoarse as she cried, hurtling helplessly through a paradise of sexual rapture. I kept licking and lapping, as her orgasm reached its peak, and then began to weaken. Her hips bucked with less and less strength, but I did not let go of her. Rather than let her crash to Earth from her sky-high orgasm, I licked her cunt so that the pleasure would keep coming, making her trip down, a little slower and a little easier on her.
She gasped with exhaustion as I stayed between her legs for a few moments after she had finished coming. When she sighed heavily, I pulled back, and moved up over her.
"Holy shit." she gasped, holding my cheeks. "Your face is wet. Oh, Ken..."
"It was great." I replied. "Raven, you're the ultimate..."
She relaxed and laid back, still wiping her wetness off my cheeks. "Now, I suppose you'll fill me 'till I explode with semen..."
"Nope." I replied. I moved off of her, and pulled out a condom out of the back pocket of my pants. "Madame, since it is highly likely that I'll be able to sire an army tonight..."
"Oh, Ken." she smiled as I sat next to her and proceeded to work the condom onto my penis. "Let me do that."
She gently stretched the condom's opening, and slid it slowly down my shaft, making sure not to stimulate me into shooting my load accidentally.
She kissed me passionately, afterwards. "You really care. Mmmm... let's see if it'll feel good on you..."
We kissed slowly and passionately, as she laid on her back. I moved up on top of her, as she spread her cunt lips and her still-quivering legs, and pushed the head of my penis, to her entrance. Then, I pushed in.
It took more than one thrust to bury my shaft completely in her, but I cared about making sure it didn't hurt her, so I took my time. Finally, I was able to fill her, and she celebrated with a long sigh of pleasure.
We thrust slowly, as I propped myself up over her, often coming down low enough to kiss her while I made slowly and gentle love to her. She raised her hips to meet mine, and eventually, I wrapped my arms tightly around her, pulling our bodies up together and personal, as I filled her with a love that, as we understood silently, neither of us had ever experienced before.
Our moans were quiet, but our passion too intense for words. I thrust slowly but deeply, and she milked me gently, trying to make it last. I came out of her quite often, to stroke her clit with my penis, before thrusting back inside of her. The pleasure of it, made her cry out even more. Each time I thrust into her, I kissed her, showing her how much I appreciated the love we were gently and caringly making to each other. Occasionally, I would increase the tempo, and prop myself up over her, just to watch her breasts quiver, her body rock, with the force. She sucked in her lower lip during those times, and enjoyed being worked just a little harder than normal. Then, I sucked one breast while she worked the other, and we alternated.
The feeling of her vagina engulfing my penis, was a pleasure beyond words. She gripped me tightly in her muscles, and stroked downwards into her depths, insuring that by the end of her vaginal muscles' instroke, I was completely buried inside her. And there was something about feeling her nipples rubbing against me, that provided that extra turn-on, forcing me to find a position by which I could suck her breasts.
"I love you, Raven." I said more than once.
"I love you, Ken." she would murmur into my ear.
Finally, she added, "Come in me, Ken."
I'd been propped up over her for the moment when she said that. Then, I laid down on her and pulled her tight.
"I will." I replied, kissing her. "I promise."
"Now, baby." she coaxed me gently, as we rocked slowly, back and forth, in each other's arms. "Do me a little harder; I want to feel you explode inside me."
As we rocked a little faster, our bodies rubbing together, moaning with more intensity, she added, "Would you like to stop and take the rubber off? I want to feel it all when you explode."
I felt the fluttering in my abdomen, and the tightening in my scrotum, that indicated I was on the fast, downhill ride towards a climax.
"No, Raven," I moaned. "I feel too loaded..."
I realized that she was saying this out of an arousal too great for her senses to overcome any longer. It was a miracle that either of us could even think coherently, any longer, as I pulled out of her and began thrusting against her clit, again. Then, I pushed back into her, her cunt lips closing and molding around me, as if to say, "Welcome home."
"OohhhOHHHH, Ken..."
"Raven, Raven, Raven, Raven..."
Then, I propped myself up over her again. "Raven, honey. Look."
She looked at her crotch, as I thrust in and out of her. I watched her as she smiled sheepishly, fondling her breasts as she watched my magnificent penis withdraw halfway, and then totally disappear inside of her. I, too, was temporarily mesmerized by the beauty of my penis sliding in and out of her...
"Ken." she said, looking up at me. "Come. Please."
"Okay, Raven." I replied. I laid down against her body, and held her tight, pushing myself deep into her.
With that, she began to milk me even harder. I felt a sudden sense of helplessness, as I felt my semen rising up my shaft. I breathed unevenly, in shorter and shorter breaths, like a man drowning in the ocean; I felt vulnerable and helpless as I stroked her harder and faster, plunging myself into the orgasm awaiting me.
"Raven..." I gasped. "Oh, Raven!"
"Give it to me."
I could tell that her face wanted to contort, reflecting the pleasure raging within her. The glassy look in her eyes, indicated that we'd set off a thermonuclear explosion inside her, that was now rushing up to meet us. For an instant, there was fear in her eyes - then rapture, just before she closed them.
"Yes! RAVEN!"
We pulled together tightly, as my penis expanded inside her contracting vagina, urged over the edge by her calm words. Suddenly, the pressure became unbearable, and I released all of my tension as I surrendered to the force that I knew was my orgasm.
Her eyes bulged and I roared with pleasure as I exploded uncontrollably, inside of her spasming vagina. She screamed and screamed, as she finally let go, orgasming wildly. Her vaginal squeezes made my own spurts come out stronger, straining my condom to the maximum. As I nearly blacked out, screaming helplessly until that sweet, delivering kiss, muffled us both, I thought, *Oh, it's going to break and I can't do anything to save either of us!*
But then my mind forgot about that - as well as my name, her name, and everything else. I could only think about the monstrous orgasm I was having, the spasms that were so strong, I thought I would literally pop the head of my penis off. But the mega-pulses of pleasure were so great that that silly idea disappeared instantly.
Sometime in the seemingly distant future, our orgasm ended, and whatever powers that be, pulled us out of our blissful oblivion, and dropped us back into the real world.

We laid there, exhausted for a moment. Then, I withdrew from her, kissed her again, and got up. She turned, and I could feel her eyes burning into my back, as I went to check hurriedly, on the condom.
Somehow, it had held. It was bulging like a tiny water balloon with all that semen I'd ejaculated into it, but it had held. I sighed with relief, and as I stood over the toilet bowl, proceeded to take it off -
When it finally tore. My semen spilled into the toilet bowl.
I felt Raven's hands on my shoulder as she giggled.
"One more good stroke of love in my hot pussy," she laughed, "and whooooo..."
"I know." I gasped, as I cleaned myself off. "I know..."
I realized right then that with Raven, her beauty as a person, was rivaled only by the extremely good luck that came packaged with her. But the next time, I vowed, I'd use two.
"You know, of course," I said to her, "that I love you more than words could say."
"Your actions speak loud and eloquently enough." she smiled. "But I'm sorry - you can't love me as much as I love you."
Right then, we turned and kissed.

The End

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