## Archive-name: The.Things.One.Does

From: pattonda@bcvms.bc.edu

Subject: story : The Things One Does

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

The tires of her Escort squealed slightly as she took the corner in her usual, hurried manner. Squinting against the glare of the late afternoon sun, she strained to see - would he be here? A part of her noted coolly that life would certainly be simpler if he wasn't. The she could just go home and forget all about what her intentions had been while having a normal, quiet evening. No one need ever know.

God, she hoped he was here.

At least then she wouldn't feel like a fool for having skipped her interview.

The sight of his car in front of his house evoked from her a sigh expressing both relief and a sudden twinge of nervousness. She parked behind him, turned off the engine, and then sat silently for a moment, gathering what few wits were left her. Breathing deeply, she struggled to achieve an appearance of calmness, forcibly repressing the anxiety that caused her heart to flutter nervously as she approached the house and rang the bell.

As she waited, it suddenly occured to her that just because his car was here did not necessarily mean that he would be.

A moment later the door opened and he stared at her, slightly surprised. Besides the fact that it was early, she was wearing a skirt and blouse, something he almost never saw her in. Confused he said, "Hi... Why are you dressed like that?"

A half-hearted expression of disapproval on her face, she said, "Because I had an interview. You know, it's not fair that you have so much free time while the rest of us actually have to work for a living."

He grunted, choosing to ignore her jibe, turned away, and walked back into the house. "Come on in," he said over his shoulder. "No one else is home."

I know, she thought to herself as she quietly closed the door.

She followed him into the kitchen, where she found him pouring two sodas. They stood in silence on opposite sides of the room as they drank, carefully not looking at each other. The dog looked from one to the other placidly, then decided that the front window was far more interesting and left them to their stand off.

This was maddening.

Her mind raced frantically in the silence. What was she doing here? What did she hope to gain? She felt suddenly embarrassed, realizing exactly how bad this must appear to him, as if she was terribly desperate.

But wasn't she?

Just as she decided that it would be better to just finish her drink and go home, he tilted his head toward the door and said, "Let's go to my room." All thoughts vanished, and she merely nodded and followed him, depositing her glass in the sink as she passed it. Apparently, her decision had been made for her.

Once inside the room, he turned and disappeared, leaving her once again alone with her thoughts, which immediately returned to the implications of what she was about to do. If she had been asked even a week ago if she would consider doing anything even remotely similar to this she would have strongly denied it. Yes, she was generally known for her unpredictability, perhaps instability, but this... this was going too far for even that.

However, even as she considered the implications, she began to smile with anticipation. Yes, she wanted this, no matter what the cost.

She glanced distractedly around the room and found herself remembering the times recently that they had wrestled here, playing a game that involved trying to remove articles of each other's clothing - a game which on the surface, ironically enough, was quite innocent, like children playing doctor. But something somewhere along the line had changed, at least for her. Now innocence had very little to do with anything... her thoughts and dreams, both day and night, had focused exclusively on erotic fantasies that grew more explicit and deviant as time wore on. Suddenly, as she gazed at the articles that represented the collected impressions and memories of this young man's life, she found herself thinking back to the one and only time she'd ever "done it" in her own room - the feeling of sheer perversity of doing it in the same bed she'd slept in as a child. The mere thought of it now sent chills of excitement through her body - just as it had that night. As she sat here she wondered - would it be the same for him?

Finally, he returned, and after shutting the door he clapped his hands together gleefully and said, "So... shall we?"

She smiled squintingly, and then crossed the room away from him and picked up from the desk the first thing her hand found - a desk calendar - trying very hard to conceal the flush that had suddenly risen to her cheeks. It wasn't as if this was unexpected... and this certainly would not be a new experience for her. Why then was she so affected?

As she began to flip through the pages of the calendar, she felt him draw near behind her. Outwardly she ignored him, continuing to turn pages. Inwardly, however, her mind wandered. His mere proximity had raised every hair on the back of her neck and caused her every muscle to suddenly tense. After a moment he leaned into her, his breathing lightly audible in her ear as their bodies touched. Her chest constricted with the beginnings of the familiar ache that he had so often evoked in her recently. Still she pretended to ignore him, but she could feel herself begin to waver and could barely see the pages of the calendar through her half-lidded eyes. Without warning he ran his fingers lightly up the back of her skirt - his touch like electricity across the surface of her skin. Suddenly the ache exploded full force in her chest, stomach and thighs, surprising her with its intensity and almost causing her to drop the calendar. Upon seeing her falter he laughed, but did not cease his touch. She, in turn, continued going through the motions of flipping the last few pages despite the fact that she saw nothing, her body already beginning to respond of its own accord to his motions.

Finally, she put the calendar down, and he tugged insistently at the arm of her jacket. She slipped it off, then turned and removed his watch before dispensing with all her own jewelry and stepping out of her shoes. Before she could do more, he was behind her again, one arm wound around her waist, the other stroking around to the front of her skirt, slowly pushing the material up until he could slide his hand beneath it, all the while rocking ever-so-slightly back and forth. Unconsciously, she moved with him, laying her head back upon his shoulder as she relaxed. Slipping his fingers over the top of her nylons, he drew them and the panties underneath half-way down her thighs, then rubbed his hand back up between them, causing her to moan softly. She reached behind and quickly unclasped his belt and jeans, slipping her hand inside first around the outside of the hard lean muscle of his outer thigh, and then forward to briefly fondle his already arisen flesh. Turning, she unbuttoned and removed his shirt as he expertly undid her bra and slipped the blouse up over her head. He then grasped the top of her skirt, intending also to slide that down over her hips. She shook her head, saying, "That would have to go up over my head." He shrugged, perhaps not understanding why, then pushed her back toward the bed. She paused briefly to push her nylons and underwear the rest of the way off before lying back and welcoming his warmth and his weight as he gently lowered himself onto her.

They kissed only once, perhaps because he knew that she had in the past expressed a dislike for it. This time, however, she found her self wanting more. But before she could protest, his hand travelled down her side as he nibbled briefly on her ear, then kissed her throat, and then continued down the front of her chest to her nipple, which he took gently between his teeth and flicked his tongue across. She gasped - this was wonderful! All thoughts of the world, even of the room around them had vanished. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sheer sensual experience of him, bringing her hands down between them in a tender exploration of his face, throat and chest. His arms, however, blocked her progress, preventing her from continuing downward, so she instead rubbed her hands up his back, lightly raking her nails across his smooth, hard muscles. In response, he brought his hand down under her skirt and once again stroked upward between her thighs, causing her to arch her back and sigh with delight as he drew his hand closer. Cruelly biting her neck, he inserted his finger without hesitation, sending a powerful shock to deep within her. Her breathing intensified as he probed, touching where she had so longed to be touched by him and driving her inexorably toward the plateau of her expectation.

Finally extracting her arms from his, she quickly brushed her hands down his sides to push his jeans and underwear as far down as she could reach, then switching her attention to the fronts of his thighs, drawing her hands slowly back up, caressing him carefully as she passed. Taking hold of him, she gently pulled and pushed along his length, in synch with some unknown internal rhythm, causing him to attain complete rigidity as she stroked. Once again he moved his finger within her, teasing dangerously close to that place that would instantaneously send her to oblivion. Suddenly, selfishly, she wanted him inside her, the imminence of ecstasy driving her passions to supersede consideration. She wrapped her legs around his and grasped his hips, guiding him over her...

Suddenly he shifted his weight and came down on the bed next to her, tugging her arm upward. She half-turned and sat up as he lay back, pausing briefly to push completely off the clothing still bunched around his knees before straddling him. Her skirt billowed out to conceal their act completely - shrouding their indecency from a long-forgotten outside world. Leaning down, she nibbled his shoulder and ear as she positioned herself over him, then slowly came down on him, the muscles of her thighs trembling slightly as she was forced to lift slightly and come down again to accept his unaccustomed size. She leaned back, taking him fully, and suddenly the world was forcibly ripped away as he touched her deepest recess - her entire body trembling as her consciousness was unexpectedly, almost cruelly, torn away for those few eternal seconds during which all becomes justified.

Gasping, she fell forward, her mind ablaze with the throes of her own personal pleasure. Suddenly, unexpectedly, reality crashed back to the fore as the sensations of teeth and tongue at her breast drew her attention. She was not yet done.

Shifting slightly, she lifted away from him and rocked rhythmically back and forward, firmly grasping his hair on either side of his head as she moved. He tentatively drew his fingers down the curve of her back and then clawed back up - the sting of his raking nails forcing her to arch her back and gasp with the strange combination of pain and pleasure. She pumped faster as he clawed again, her every nerve crying out for him to scratch deeper and longer, to send her reeling uncontrollably once again into delirium. Suddenly, however, his hands stopped and pulled her down momentarily, a hitch in his breathing indicating that he had at last found his moment. She, however, would not be denied. Resisting his pull, she greedily continued her movements, demanding that he once again fulfill her. Her excitement peaked, she raised herself one last time and plunged back down, driving him to find that place that only he could reach and spiralling her awareness down into the depths of her own desperate desire.

For moments they lie still, embracing one another comfortingly, reassuringly - unencumbered by the stifling considerations of love and devotion that could only turn this perfect moment of peace into silent self- analysis and reflection. They were together, but they were free, and neither would have had it any differently.

The sound of a passing car roused them, and they separated silently, each moving to his or her respective pile of clothing and getting dressed. Someone was bound to be home soon - it would be best if things looked back to normal as soon as possible. He straightened the bedsheets and opened the window, then disappeared to get some soda, leaving her alone to finish dressing. Finally putting on her shoes and jacket, she glanced around the room once more, realizing that from then on her memories of the place would no longer merely be associations with friendly wrestling matches. She smiled to herself - would she ever be able to come in here and keep a straight face? Not likely. She picked up her engagement ring from the desk and replaced it, sighing at the thought of having to spend the next three hours on the road to Vermont to spend the weekend with her fiance. Oh well, the things one does for love...

Last modified (10/09/96 12:16:17) by Eli-the-Bearded.

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